an as usual ill be really late in finding out what it is

A Moment (Richie/Eddie)

Summary: In which Richie and Eddie are both flustered by a moment that was rudely interrupted.

Prompt 86: “Have you seen- oh

Prompt 42: “I’d like to talk to you when you have your pants on, okay?”

A/N: Thankyou to who requested this!! This is so hard not to make sexual as the request specifically asked for them to be in the middle of a ‘moment’ like a make out and they’re walked in on. Please don’t think I’m trying to sexualise the kiddos in any way shape or form because that is not my intention. ALSO, they’re 15 in this fic!! I’m this age and people at my age are doing MUCH worse than making out so please keep your argument about me sexualising them to yourselves bC TEENAGERS MAKE OUT, TEENAGERS DO A LOT OF BA D THINGS

“Eds, hey- Eds.”

Eddie grumbled, pulling the sheets over his head to block out the voice of Richie Tozier.

“Eds, c’mon. Get up.”

“Fuck off Richie. Don’t call me that.” Eddie hissed, staying under the sheets and attempting to fall back into a peaceful slumber.

Richie frowned, his head tilted with his glasses falling down his nose. He lifted a single finger up and pushed them up, leaving yet again another fingerprint against his dirtied lenses. His imprint smudges the sight in once light, but Richie barely notices.

“No one is fucking here, I think Bill and Stan left.” Richie pestered on, grabbing Eddie’s shoulder and shaking it heavily.

Eddie frowned, eyes slowly sliding open and a groan of frustration leaves Eddie’s lips and he sits up, glaring daggers at Richie with fresh tears of waking up abruptly on his waterline.

“Richie, you fucking asshole. That is what you wake me up for?”

“Well, I woke up alone and I didn’t want to be alone. Why is that a problem?”

“I barely sleep as it is, Richie! You just fucking broke me from an actual good sleep!” Eddie cried, anger pulsing through his veins before he quickly calms down, grabbing his hair strands as he places his head in his hands.

Richie couldn’t help but feel guilt for his own selfish actions, sighing quietly and awkwardly patting at his bare thigh as he only wore underwear and a random band tee, as always, to sleep.

“Eds, I’m sorry.” Richie sat down, climbing onto the mattress next to Eddie.

Eddie was silent for a moment before speaking up, “It’s fine. I didn’t mean to totally freak out.” Eddie too let the nickname slide, as he played with the edged trim of the blanket that covered his own bare legs. 

Silence pierced the thin air of Bill’s room, as the two sat in silence next to each other with their elbows grazing one another. Richie sucked in his bottom lip, and shuddered as he wasn’t covered by Eddie’s bedding and was exposed to the late September air.

“Why don’t you sleep good, Eds?” Richie questioned, with his head tilted and looking towards Eddie.

Eddie nibbled at the skin that peeled from his lower lip, rubbing his hands together and he shrugged.

“I..I guess it’s just nightmares? They’re weird. Like, fuck.” Lies. Total fucking lies.

“What are they like?” Richie watched the way his hands moved and jittered, which was a sign he was lying as well as the lip biting.

“Well,” Eddie started, before trying to find his words as if thinking through everything he was about to say and how he would say it, “Um, just stuff like me getting sick. Shit like that.”

Richie thought about how long he had to think about his supposed ‘nightmares’ and his response to his question. Richie nodded, not pressuring the boy any further.

Eddie gulped as he thought of the real reason, one of his slight fears that often triggered his anxiety late at night. His sexuality. See, Eddie was still curious and testing the waters with himself; not knowing if he was into girls or into guys or both. That wasn’t the problem though, his problem was his Mother. His mother would possibly think that Eddie would be screwed up mentally and have many mental illnesses if he told his Mother that he liked guys in any way shape or form. He’d never get a break and he’d never be allowed to have sleepovers like this or even be allowed to talk another male ever again.

Eddie cringed as the thoughts came back to him, quickly trying to shake them away by focusing upon Richie. 

“So, how was your night? Sleeping, I mean.”

“Oh, I sleep like a fucking rock.” Richie chuckles, his shoulders moving as he chuckles. 

“How is sleeping like a rock a good thing?” Eddie tilts his head, looking to Richie, “Rocks are hard, it must be hard to sleep.”

Richie smirks, “Maybe that’s because I am hard most of the time.”

Eddie is confused for a moment before realisation hits him forcefully and he groans with a blush spreading over his cheeks, “Fuck off, Richie. You know what I meant.”

“Especially morning wood, oh boy, let me tell you-”

Eddie clamps a hand over Richie’s mouth before he gets more flustered than he already is. Eddie’s eyes are wide, staring into Richie’s without blinking. Richie can’t help but notice how the two boys were as close as ever, with Eddie obviously blushing like a tomato. Richie felt his smirk grow even more under Eddie’s palm and he wiggled his eyebrows at the crimson boy.

Eddie felt the movements under his palm, staring into Richie’s large eyes due to his spectacles, before sighing in annoyance.

“Seriously, Richie? Your lenses are jacked up.” Eddie removes his hand before taking Richie’s glasses off slowly and carefully.

Richie was too slow to protest, feeling his own face heat up as his whole face was no longer hidden by his coke bottle glasses which covered a lot of his insecurities up.  Richie felt exposed in a weird way, not being able to see Eddie properly but Eddie being able to see every pore and flaw that laid upon Richie’s face. 

Eddie breathed hot air onto both lenses, using his own shirt to wipe away each of the finger prints and splashes from substances that had stained the lenses.

Richie watched with blind eyes, barely being able to tell what he was doing for him. His eyes were squinted and his head tilted forward and staring directly at the hazed actions.

Finally, Eddie was done and he lifted them up delicately, placing them back on Richie’s face with a small and soft grin. 

“Be more clean, asshole. Isn’t that much better?” Eddie folded his arms over smugly.

Richie blinked and pushed them up higher on his nose, this time with the small space between the lenses and not smudging them like he usually does. He could see much clear, being able to see the soft sun rays peak through the curtains and shining on Eddie’s baby face. He admired everything in that moment, how one eye of his was squinting due to the orange-y hue that blinded one of his eyes from seeing Richie properly and the other remaining soft and bambi like. How Eddie’s right corner of his lips was arched higher than the other and how his usually neatened chocolate strands were in fact out of place and going in every direction.

Richie couldn’t help himself, he really couldn’t. The moment before him couldn’t be more flawless.

Really? You’re gonna do this now? Now-

Richie’s thoughts were cut off by his actions as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Eddie’s.

Eddie’s smug look was wiped away in a split second, his eyes widening as he stared at Richie’s closed pair of eyes with shock and in awe. Eddie had both of his hands raised at the side of Richie’s face in shock which soon, he melted. He melted perfectly against Richie and his hands fell onto his cheeks, feeling Richie’s heated skin beneath his clammy palms. 

Richie felt his hands snake around Eddie’s waist, pulling him onto his lap for a better position in the kiss. Richie, being much more confident than Eddie in the whole ‘first kiss’ scenario as Eddie was of course, oblivious on how to kiss.

The two newly found 15 year old boys, had their arms all over each other with their lips smearing against the other pair that battled for dominance in the kiss. Richie ran his tongue across Eddie’s bottom lip for a silent ask for permission, knowing his boundaries due to Eddie’s phobia of anything to do with germs or sickness’. Eddie hesitated, before opening his lips to allow Richie swirl his tongue inside in perfect sync with Eddie’s. Richie was soft, comfortable and caring for Eddie, making sure to not cross any lines that would make Eddie be disgusted or revolted in any way.

Eddie then pushes Richie forward. At first, this caused Richie to think that he did somehow cross the line but instead- he was pushed on his back and Eddie was sitting on his lower stomach.

Richie stared up at Eddie with soft eyes as well as a smirk. “I always thought you’d be a bottom, Eds.” 

Eddie’s chest burned bright as his blush had spread all over. “Shut up, asshole. I don’t like it when you call me that.”

But oh, how they both knew that what Eddie had said was a lie.

Eddie then leaned down, his lips colliding with Richie’s again, tasting the same blackberry bubblegum that lingered on Richie’s set of lips from the previous night whilst his own tasted of mint. His legs begun shaking lightly from the intense makeout session that was happening currently, only for Richie to place his hand on the back of Eddie’s thigh to soothe him.

Hey have you seen- oh.”

Eddie flung himself away from Richie and Richie fell off the mattress head first with a grunt of pain leaving past his pink and swollen lips. Eddie pressed his back against the wall, tidying his messy hair and trying to cover his own flustered blush that had been permanently tattooed onto his cheeks.

Both saw Stan, stood there, with a water gun in his hands and his own face heating up in embarrassment from walking in on a situation which could’ve went anywhere if he had not walked in. Stan gulped audibly and looked elsewhere.

I’d like to talk to you when you have your pants on, okay?

The two boys looked at each other in horror and realised how the situation must look to someone like Stan who just walked in on the two boys pantless and in their underwear with Eddie sitting on top of Richie in a heated makeout.

“No Stan it’s not-”

Stan had already walked off, without letting Richie finish his sentence.

Eddie quickly reached for his inhaler which was kept under his pillow, taking a few quick puffs from anxiety racing under his skin. Richie looked over worryingly before sighing.

“Look, don’t worry. Lets just get dressed and go talk to him, kay’?”

Despite Richie’s comforting words, Eddie couldn’t help but feel his fear of his sexuality raise higher and higher. He pushed it back as both him and Richie dressed themselves in their usual attire for the day.

Both boys, once done changing, looked at eachother with soft eyes and Richie then offered his hand out to Eddie and tilting his head as if he was mentally asking, ‘Are you okay?’

Eddie nodded, reaching his own out and grabbing Richie’s for comfort. Richie then walked forward and guided his soon to be boyfriend out of Bill’s empty bedroom.

The heart beat

It happened again. The same painful disaster. It was happening everyday, so annoying, so unendurable. And to think, everything was so peaceful and nice for Bendy and Boris only a little while ago. Their lives were perfect, they didn’t have anything to worry about and have nothing to fear. Until Bendy got that illness. Everything changed for them both. Now instead of having fun and living their lives they had to put their effort into finding the lost items for the machine in order to save Bendy from all of this pain, and at the same time dealing with those two guys who were out to end them. This all has became an unbearable daily routine for both of them. Especially for Boris. Bendy wasn’t really worried for himself as much as for his bro, who didn’t have anyone else other than him. The older was trying not to pay too much attention to his condition and stay positive to not make his bro too anxious, and Boris also was trying not to think about it too much. At first it wasn’t too hard, but as this keeps happening more and more, Boris just couldn’t ignore it anymore. He was being really stressed and scared, even though he was trying hard not to show it off and not think about it. But this time that was exactly what he was doing, thinking about it. He was sitting on the grass, gazing at his beloved brother who was sleeping peacefully, lying his head on his shirt that he took off a moment ago when the pain attack kicked in again. This time, it seems to be worse than usual.

It was already late evening, but they were both still peppy and were still walking. Suddenly, Bendy curved with a painful groan, falling down while gripping to his stomach. Boris instantly ran towards his brother to help him. Bendy was shaking like crazy, he could barely make any sounds other than just squeaking, felt like something was blocking his breath. At one point, he just fell to his brother’s arms with no sound or movements. Boris started to freak out as he realized that Bendy was no longer trying to breathe, he wasn’t breathing at all! His panic level was increasing as the older one was still unconscious, he tried to pat him softly on the cheek but he was still not moving. Boris could no longer control himself, he started screaming and crying loudly as he was shaking his brother.
“BENDY!! BENDY, NO! COME ON! WAKE UP!! STAY WITH ME PLEASE!!!!” desperately pleaded Boris. Fortunately, the luck was on their side again. After few minutes, Bendy opened his eyes, taking a deep breath and started to cough constantly. He pulled his hand to his throat as a  stream of black liquid flowed down from his mouth to the ground. After that, he took a relived breath and lied on Boris’s lap. The pain was gone.

Bendy seems to be much better now. But not Boris, he was still terrified after what just happened, for a moment there, he actually thought that everything was over…and seems like Bendy was getting ready for that. For the last few days, Bendy was pushing his young brother much harder to be independent and self-capable. And that was showing the fact that he was ready to give up and die, or at least that’s what Boris thought. And  he couldn’t stand that thought. The thought of losing the one person he loved, the thought of never get to see his smile, hear his voice, never get to hug him, listen to his teaching or just goof around with him. And what will he do without Bendy? Where will he go? He could still try to find and fix the machine on his own, but what is the purpose if he already lost his beloved one? All of those thoughts were causing him a headache. His eyes started to tear up.
No… he is strong enough… he’s not gonna leave me… I know he won’t” silently sobed the young wolf while wiping his eyes.
He looked at his brother, who was still sleeping like a little baby. Boris slowly crawled next to him, trying to be as quite as possible to not wake him up. He seems so pacified, like he never got any deadly diseases. Boris moved his sight to Bendy’s exposed chest that was lowering and rising because of his breathing. He moved his head closer and placed his ear on it.

“Ba bump…” a quiet and pleasant sound is what he heard. The sound of a beating heart, his brother’s  heart.  The sound of life that he valued more than anyone else’s.  It was such a satisfying sound, just listening to that slow beat made Boris so relaxed. All the heavy thoughts were gone, all the worries been drawn away, all that he was thinking now is that his bro was still there, he was still alive. This fact was giving him hope that at one day, all of this pain and suffering would be over, and they will go back to those wonderful times when they could live peacefully with reasons to be nervous or scared.

Boris got carried away so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t realized how he lied down completely on his bro’s chest. He was brought back to reality when someone’s hand gently caressed his forehead.

“Boris, could you get up? You’re too heavy…” Bendy’s soft voice broke the silence. Boris instantly got up nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sorry…” he said with a soft smile.

“What were you even doing?” the other asked.

“Nothing… I just wanted a hug!” childly answered Boris.

“*Yawn* you’ll get your hug tomorrow… I’m very tired…” wearily said Bendy as he flipped over to another side. “You should go to sleep too, it’s really late…”

“Okay” Boris lied down on his back next to Bendy, gazing upon the night sky. He felt much more confident about completing their quest. Only positive thoughts from now on, whining won’t get them nowhere. Other people deserves to be saved too, no one has to go through all this. Being with those who you love is the biggest treasure, and Boris was determined to keep his treasure. Forever.
“Good night Bendy! I love you ~” said Boris as he closed his eyes and start falling asleep.
“Mhmn… love you too, bro…” Mumbled Bendy through his sleep.
Tomorrow is a new day, new challenges to deal with, and new progress to make.

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Hello there! i’ll be frank, it’s not my first time writing fics, but it is my first sibmission to you!

sorry if there any mistakes i haven’t notice, English is not my first language (plus i’m pretty sure i’ve cheked everything) (⇀‸↼‶)

i fell in love with your AU and it gave me an idea for this “masterpeaceofshit” XP

i also wanna use this oppertunity to tell you dat you are my very favorite artist! your ideas and drawing are stunning and they always inspire me! thank you so much for sharing your work with us Rouge, u da best! (= ̄ω ̄=)

fic by katethepeach

art by Rouge

(100 years later I finally got to your prompt, mac-noa ! I wasn’t explicitly lovey dovey bc I didn’t want to be ooc and it’s only actually from Matt’s POV, but I hope it works for you!!!)

Matt and Dan walk in late, strung together by the hands, still flushed from kissing in the car pre-practice. They go sheepish when they see the unimpressed look on Wymack’s face. Renee smiles brightly at them and Allison gives them a brisk nod, but the monsters are in more disarray than usual. Bits and pieces of their group are missing, and it leaves Matt with the peculiar feeling of looking at a familiar photograph that suddenly has the faces scratched out.

Their ringleader is absent, for starters, couch conspicuously empty beside Kevin — who looks unmoved and stoic and nauseated as usual.

It’s not unusual for Andrew to do things just because it’s inconvenient for others, but it’s a little weird for Neil to skip out as well. It’s a lot weird that he’s late at the same time as Andrew when Exy hangs in the balance. 

Any association between them feels like something Matt has to fix, like he set something bad in motion by meeting Neil later than Andrew did in the fall. They’re probably off having one of their weird, close, angry looking conversations that always end in agreements Matt doesn’t understand.

Wymack waits thirty seconds past Matt and Dan’s arrival, and then he looks at the couch like it’s causing him pain, and starts delegating tasks for the day. He only asks once where the missing links are and there’s a lot of shrugging and staring straight ahead before he gives up.

They’re less rowdy than usual, and Matt thinks they’re all individually trying to solve Neil and Andrew’s absence in their heads. (As soon as they get up to move to the court, Allison starts whispering numbers for their betting pool until Dan bats her away.)

Matt squeezes Dan’s hand until she looks at him, and they have a brief conversation in smothered smiles.

They split up to change, and Matt straps into his gear feeling vaguely ill at ease. He keeps glancing at the door between straps and tugs of his uniform, and he notices Nicky doing the same thing. He smiles awkwardly when Matt catches him, and Matt feels a rare pulse of kinship for him. Both Andrew’s lot and the upperclassmen seem equally confused, so they have something in common for once.

The strange feeling follows Matt all the way to the court and through the first set of drills before Neil finally shows up, looking harried and flushed and all sorts of things Matt doesn’t usually associate with Neil.

He pushes into the court straight past Wymack’s blustering reprimand, and Matt catches the tail end of a flippant apology before Neil’s sprinting to centre court.

Matt stares at him. Neil waits, twisting his racquet in his hand, shoulders tense like he expects someone to toss him into the gameplay by force.

“What?” Neil asks, annoyed.

“You’re late,” Matt says stupidly.

“Twenty minutes late,” Kevin interrupts. “Almost like you’re trying to get worse.”

“He was with me,” Andrew says suddenly, breezing past them towards goal looking impossible to have spent twenty straight minutes with. Neil sort of jolts at the sound of his voice, and Matt eyes him narrowly.

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My new manager fired me. I fired his store.

This happened about 6 years ago.

I worked at (store that sells donuts that you may or may not dunk) that was in a somewhat far off location from the rest of the city in a relatively new shopping center. I was there when the store opened, and we never really got much traffic, but there was two large car clubs that came out twice a week to meet, and chat, and generally bring our store a lot of traffic. We were told that the clubs pretty much keeps the store afloat.

I worked there for a long while, and my manager was awesome. She did a great job of keeping everything stocked, gave out hours to people who actually worked their ass off instead of playing favorites, and she was never unfair about warnings or suspensions.

One day, she got seriously ill and had to quit. I never knew the details, but it was serious enough for her to quit her job. Then comes Swagger McA**hole, our new manager. Now, Swagger McA**hole had all the charm and wit of a rabid chihuahua. He was a generally angry man, and thought himself to be above everyone else in the store. He popped the collars of his button up shirt like he was going to bring that trend back from the dead. Needless to say, Swagger McA**hole wasn’t well liked.

He fired and replaced people left and right for usually petty or outright wrong reasons, and I was the last one standing, because for some reason, I was always asked to make the regular’s coffee, because I would remember their names, what they wanted, and how they liked it, and I usually had it in the process of being made as soon as I saw them walking up to the door. The car clubs knew me by name.

Enter Hannah Handjob. She started hanging around the store. A lot. Swagger McA**hole and Hannah Handjob would often hang out in the Manager’s office, sometimes with the door closed. Like we didn’t know what the fuck they were doing. A short while later, I find myself fired for some bullshit reason. I think what was written on my exit paperwork (which I refused to sign) was “wasting inventory”, whatever the fuck that meant.

Sorry for the long backstory. Here comes the revenge part. Remember those car clubs I talked about? I found their website and message boards, and told them my story. They told me how incredibly shitty they thought it all was, and always thought Swagger McA**hole was a poor replacement for our old manager. Both the clubs agreed to find a different venue for their morning to late afternoon meetups.

That was the death knell for that location. Three months later, I go back to turn in my uniforms, because I’m sick of looking at them in my closet, and they’re all closed up. I don’t know for sure that I had anything to do with their closing, but I’m at least 80% sure the car clubs were keeping them afloat.

little things that can help you if you have bpd (part 2)

Here is the link for part one.

  • Learn how to tolerate the distress; Usually, people with BPD suffer from suffocating situations on their daily life, due to mood swings, constant anxiety, dissociation symptoms, etc. If you want to get help with that, self-soothing techquines are commonly used on DBT. Okay, but how can I learn how to self-soothe?
  1. First, control your breath; If you look into the part one, I gave some tips about it, but here are some new things: breathe through your nose for three seconds. Hold your breath for five seconds and let the air out of your nose for three seconds. Take the air out of your diaphragm (stomach region) and not just out of your chest. After controlling your breath, release the tension on your shoulders, slowly rotating them to the back for three/four times. Then, rotate them forward. Repeat as necessary. After all of this, if you can, please take a rest, just close your eyes and lay in your bed or in a comfortable place.
  2. Look for something that distracts you; I talked about having a list about what makes you happy in the part one, so if you could use it for this, that would be great, but if you can’t, that’s okay too, there are other distraction options. Please remember that you need HEALTHY distractions, so please stay away from junk food, drugs, self-harm and others. For some people, it helps to count numbers till 100, but not everyone has patience or can really get distracted when they do it, so here are some activities that may help you: cleaning your house (a suggestion by a lot of therapists to people who suffer from anxiety or depression, it’s not just some “neurotypical useless advice”, it really helps and some studies and people can prove it). Read a book or write something; usually, we get distracted in our daily life by daydreaming about things, so when you actually need to stop paying too much attention to the world around you, it’s great to bring your creative part if you can. Reading a book and writing can help you to create images in your head, you can even write or draw about what is bothering you, so your violent thoughts will be on a paper, not on your actions. (also, there is nothing wrong about having violent thoughts, since you don’t act like them, you can’t control your feelings or your mind and that’s okay). Look at what is around you and challenge yourself to small games; sometimes when I go out, I like to count how many red/blue/green cars I can see, or what combinations I can create with their plates, for example, a plate with letters and numbers: what word can I remember with every letter? or call a friend or someone in your family and try to talk with them, if you think it will distract you.
  3. Accept the reality and your current problem; Even unconsciously, people with BPD tend to escape the reality during a stressful situation, specially by dissociating, that’s okay if you do it sometimes to distract, but doing it often can affect your everyday life. Instead of freaking about a problem, sit down and try to think about it rationally, for example, if your friend is not replying you, you can stop for a moment and think “Okay. They’re not replying right now, but maybe x thing is happening and I can deal with it.”. When you accept the reality, in that case, that your friend is not replying to you, you avoid paranoid thoughts. “Okay, my friend told me to meet them right now, they’re a little bit late. That’s it and it’s okay, I’ll deal with it.”. Encourage yourself by your thoughts telling yourself you will deal with the situation, it will give you more confidence. Also, accept that not everything is perfect, I know that’s VERY hard, because people with BPD tend to overeact to every minor incovinience, but it doesn’t mean it’s impossible. Study your current situation and see the negative points, talk to other people about it, research about people that went through the same things. Everything has negative and positive points.
  • Practice mindfullness; There are some videos online, but it’s better if you look for a professional. It makes it easy to develop a wise mind, but you have big problems with dissociation, please research about it, because I’ve seen that it may cause problems.
  • Pay attention to your relationships; People with BPD have a lot of troubles with relationships, which is something that affects our mental health. The fact is that relationships are very important to everyone, since we are social animals and if you pay attention on how you act with people and how they act with you, you can have a better regulation on your emotions. First, identify what are your triggers, for example, self-harm, when someone ignores you, abuse… Tell the other person about it, so they’ll avoid these things. ALWAYS talk about something the other person did that hurt you, don’t keep things to yourself, it’s more likely to create problems if you don’t talk than if you talk. If the person really cares about you, they will cope. In the end, you will have a better knowledge about what makes you happy and what makes you feel bad.
  • Try to find a hobby; I know that is one of the main things someone you will tell if you say you have a disorder, but this is really important, specially for people with BPD and I’ll tell you why. This is something I’ve been discussing with my therapist and the thing is: if you don’t keep your mind busy during a time (not all the time, that’s not healthy) it will create a sensation of void and BPD makes us feel empty sometimes. BPD never let us feel things slightly, so a simply feeling of boredom can become a sensation of completely void. Keeping your mind busy will help you to entertain you and avoid those empty feelings. If you don’t like anything, please try new things, there are a billion of things out there to try.

please leave a comment if it was helpful, check the part one and i’m sorry if my grammar wasn’t very correct, english is not my native language.

remember that everything here is theoretical and it’s hard to apply these tips in your life, things will not suddenly change. but i believe in you and things take time, so don’t give up on getting better.

Neighbors

Hey! Sorry, I know it’s been a while since I posted a one-shot! Believe me when I say I have a lot of stuff in the works… school has just been kicking my ass.

This is for this prompt, requested by @legendarylangst.

So Lance and Keith are neighbors - their bedrooms share a wall - (apartments) anyway, Lance gets sick - like rlly sick - so he stays home and tries to sleep it off, but in his sleep he moans ans groans because even in his sleep he’s in pain. and Keith thinks he’s getting off,, and bangs on the wall ans then when it doesnt stop he goes to the door and pounds on the door until Lance answers while in a blanket

Hope you guys enjoy!


Lance hated being sick.

Not that he’d ever admit that he was, but he despised it all the same. It wasn’t even the symptoms that bothered him the most, even though those sucked. It was the feeling of not being able to do anything. There was nothing Lance hated more than being useless.

Still, despite his protests, Hunk had decided that Lance couldn’t possibly go into work that day. The guy was usually a big pushover, except when it came to his friends’ health. Then all bets were off.

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What not to say to people with eating disorders

This post is dedicated to those of you who know someone with an eating disorder. Are you afraid of saying something wrong, and want to know what you should and should not say?

(It is very long, and for that I apologise.)

Please read the post with respect. This applies to both patients and their family/friends. Remember that no one are perfect. The person with an eating disorder is not using her/his eating disorder as an excuse to “be difficult”, it is a real and severe problem for her/him! Just as important to note is that family and friends are not mind readers, and they are not mean. Knowing that someone you love and care about have a life threatening mental illness, is a terrible situation to be put in, and most parents will do ANYTHING in their power to save their child from illness and death.

Below is a list (with explanations) about what to say, or what not say, to a person with an eating disorder:

- Do not ask yes/no-questions. If you ask a question such as: Can’t you just eat this dinner?, the answer you receive will likely be no, and the conversation abruptly stops. The answer you receive might also be yes, but be a lie.

- Do not ask leading questions. If you ask: There is no way to make you eat this dinner, is it?, the answer will likely be no. Leading questions come with a huge disadvantage: The person can feel forced to lie. Because you are giving her/him an ultimatum, but the eating disorder does not allow this ultimatum to be realized. Please note: I am not saying that family and friends should “play along” with the eating disorder. But I am saying that if you directly oppose it, there is a high risk that you could make things worse (aka make the eating disorder stronger instead of weaker).

- Ask open questions. This is the way to go. As opposed to the two prior examples, you could ask: How are you doing right now? Why do you think this dinner is difficult for you? Are you afraid of something specific? Is there anything I can do to help?
As you can see, neither of these questions are yes/no-questions or leading questions. In other words, open questions like these will make room for honest answers. The person will feel safe that you simply want to help, and that you are trying to understand.
You should also be clear that it is fine if the person cannot, or does not want to, answer the question. Be clear that you just want to show her/him that you care. You can also add that the person can come back to you whenever she/he feels like it, and answer the question later.

- Do not say “I know EXACTLY how you feel!”. Because unless you have had an eating disorder yourself, it is very unlikely that you know that. Ask open questions instead.

- Do not comment on other people’s body or weight. First of all, this is bad manners and can be very impolite. Secondly, for a person with an eating disorder, body, weight, and appearance is by far the most difficult topic for conversation. Body, weight and appearance are topics that can, and should, be limited to treatment settings. Plus; there is a major chance that the person already knows what you think of her/his body.

- Do not say “You look better!”. This is a tricky one. Hard to understand, even for people with eating disorders (believe it or not).
Imagine this: You think you are chubby, overweight, or fat. In spite of this, your family and friends (sometimes also complete strangers) tells you over and over again that you need to gain at least 15 kilos/33 lbs. When you finally do gain, everyone are running in your direction to tell you that they can see you put on weight.
I doubt that would feel nice for any person, eating disordered or not. And this is my point here. Almost all people with eating disorders see themselves as fat/chubby/too big. It is also very common that they want to become healthy, and want to fully recover, but still do not want to gain any weight. You should avoid this comment because it confirms (indirectly, and wrongly too, of course) that the persons greatest fear of all has actually come true, they have now become even fatter, chubbier, or bigger.
It is very easy to understand why family and friends want to tell their beloved one that they look healthier! It is meant as a compliment, meant to be something mutually joyful.
It took me years to be able to handle this comment. Believe me, I have tried multiple times and failed. I tried to feel happy about it, I tried to block out the voice that translated “you look better” into “you are the most obese person on earth”, I tried to control my own reaction to make people happy. It always ended with a fake smile, and a bunch of chaos. And relapse. I have had an eating disorder for years, and it took me quite some time in recovery to be able to handle the comment as well. Before this happened, I had to overcome all the hatred I harbored against my body. 

- Do not comment on other people’s eating habits or -patterns. People with eating disorders are fully aware that they have different eating habits (or –patterns) than you, whether the difference lies in amounts or food types. First of all, the comment is unnecessary. Secondly, comments like these only contribute to the person feeling guilty: (S)he does not want to bother anyone, but now receives a clear message that that’s what (s)he does. Knowing that you worry people who love you, does not make the eating disorder loosen its grip. What it usually leads to, is the person wanting to eat alone or in secret, lie about food intake, or resort to purging/laxative abuse/(excessive) exercise. The same rule applies when/if the person eats what you think of as “too much” or “unhealthy”. Don’t bring it up. Just don’t. Leave the person alone.

- Do not talk about food during meals. I am not saying you should not express your joy over fabulous, tasty sauce/gravy. What I am saying is you should avoid saying things like: “I am so stuffed!”, “You must be very hungry!”, “Aren’t you having one more portion?”, “This is healthy!”, or “Nah, this is quite unhealthy!”. If the person actually tries to finish his/her dinner plate, you are transforming the effort into a house of cards: It could collapse any second.
If you say “this is healthy”, the person might experience trouble eating tomorrow’s dinner as it is “less healthy” (because it contains more carbohydrates, for example).
If you say “this is unhealthy”, you have potentially ruined dinner with immediate effect. In many cases, the person might resort to purging, (excessive) exercise, etc. to rid him-/herself of this “unhealthy” thing. The person might also “transfer” the unhealthy-label to many other food types similar to the one you just called unhealthy.
If you say “aren’t you having one more portion?” it could make the person stop because it is made very clear that (s)he has already consume one whole portion. (While portion sizes are unlimited in recovery, because (s)he needs all the energy (s)he can get.)
If you say “I am so stuffed!”, there is a chance that the person will make sure to eat just a fraction of the amount you eat. If eating less than you is too late, the person might resort to purging, (excessive) exercise, etc. to get rid of the “unnecessary” food.

- Do not talk about dieting, diets, healthy/unhealthy food, weight loss, or exercise. This is triggering to almost everyone. If you don’t feel too thin (to be “allowed” to do any of these things), why would a person with an eating disorder feel too thin? (This is how the illness works.) If you think you should diet, why shouldn’t the person with an eating disorder diet? It is very likely that the eating disordered person feels like (s)he is at least twice your size – even if YOU are twice HER/HIS size, for that matter. Be careful!

- Do not assume you need to tell other people what they are doing. It is not your duty, it is none of your business, and you are not the first one to point out what they are doing either. Most patients, no matter what illness/condition they suffer from, receive well-meant advice every single day. Sometimes even from people they have never met before.


Another important factor regarding this topis, is (well-meant) advice.
People with eating disorders receive tons of (well-meant) advice day after day. We who have eating disorders, of course know that the advisor means well. That, however, does not necessarily mean that any of these advices actually help, and it is not necessarily a good idea to give the advice either. In fact, you should try to avoid giving advice as often as possible.
I am not saying one should never offer good advice, but there may be several reasons as to why you should not give the advice at all. I recommend you use the following questions as a guideline:

- IS this good advice?
If so, why? In what way do you feel certain that this will make a (positive!) difference?

- Do you think the person has received this advice many times before? If so, do you really find it necessary to repeat the advice for the forty-fifth time? The least you can do is ask the person if (s)he has received the advise many times before, and if (s)he has, then drop it. Completely.

- Is your advice medically safe? Guaranteed? Or is there possibly any (slightest) chance that you are wrong?
A good example here is exercise. Many patients in recovery are encouraged to start exercising. The argument is that exercise strengthens bone mass and increases muscle mass. That is true, of course, but it only applies to people without an active eating disorder! In reality, people with eating disorders should’nt exercise at all (in spite of all the wonderful health benefits), simply because exercise very often keeps the body in starvation mode (making it impossible to recover), and also because muscle- and bone mass are already broken down – if they are broken down even more (yes, this is what exercise does, it breaks down muscles), they are never given the chance to heal.

- Is there a chance that your advice has a triggering effect? If no, how confident are you? Have you had an eating disorder? Has the person told you in detail what triggers her/him? (If you feel any doubt at all, mention the topic first and ask if this could potentially trigger.) If the advice turns out to trigger despite trying the opposite, do your best to debrief the situation afterwards.

- Øygunn

bitesizedwizard  asked:

BTS's reaction to you (their crush) borrowing a piece of clothing (i.e. Jungkook's flannel or one of Yoongi's sweaters) because you were cold. (IMAGINE SWEATER PAWS)

Here you go my love:)

*None of these gifs are mine, credit to their owners*


Jin:

All he wanted to do was eat and the easiest way to get food to him during a hard day of practice was if you brought him something. Willing to do anything for him you slipped out of bed, grabbed the first sweatshirt you could find and headed to his favorite take out place to pick up his usual order. When you arrived outside the closed practice door he’d do a double take, smiling to himself as you stood there texting him you were there in his favorite piece of comfy clothing. He’d open the door and kiss your cheek before letting you step in to the room. He’d catch the back of the sweatshirt to make you stop and when you turned around he’d wrap his arms around your neck. ‘I think I’m going to eat and see if I can go home. You look to sweet in my clothes to not spend the rest of the day with you.’

Yoongi:

He’d have just woken up, the two of you had an exciting night to say the least and he was exhausted. The smell of breakfast was what woke him up and with you not being beside him that could only mean one thing. He sat up and threw some pants on before reaching for the crewneck sweater he had thrown to the floor the night before but it wasn’t there. Not thinking to much about it he’d stand and make his way out of the room, the cold air that was seeping through the walls from the rainy day outside making him shiver. He’d make his way into the kitchen to see the sweater handing perfectly around your body. ‘Im cold, why did you take that.’ He’d say, smiling to himself as he wrapped his arms around your waist and bent his head so he could rest it against your neck. ‘Im making you breakfast and thats the first thing you say to me?’ You said smiling as you flipped the eggs over. ‘I take it back.’ He’d say running his hands over the soft material before giving your neck a sweet kiss and removing himself so he could go find a shirt.

Namjoon:

He had a long day and all he wanted was to come come to you. He made you promise to try and wait up for him just so the two of you could go to bed together so when he walked through the front door and called your name while taking off his shoes he was surprised to hear your tired voice calling back to him. He walked into the living room to see you curled up on the couch with a pillow pressed to your chest as you watched what ever late night tv was on. He’d bend over and kiss your temple before you sat up, and when you did his eyes would brighten just slightly. ‘Is that mine?” He said smiling with a finger pointed towards the large sweater you had thrown on. ‘Mmm? Oh yeah, It was on the chair so I just put it on.’ you said stretching slightly. He wouldnt say anything, just smile and pull you in, knowing if he spoke his mind the two of you wouldn’t be going to bed any time soon.

Hoseok:

You had asked him to bring you cough medicine; allergy season was getting to you and you felt like crap. He’d show up to your home with everything necessary and a little more just to make you feel better. When he walked in you would already be walking out of your room to meet him. ‘Hobi, Im allergic to pollen and you brought flowers?’ You laughed, but all he could focus on was his long sleeve shirt on your body. ‘Is that mine?’ He’d ask putting the bags of things down. ‘Yeah you left it here last time you spent the night.’ You said nonchalantly already pulling things out of the bag. ‘Ah.’ was the only thing he’d say before helping you, a smile on his face as his mind raced with reasons why you actually wanted to wear it.

Jimin:

You stealing his clothes was just an every day activity. He always found you wearing his t-shirts and styling them to fit your everyday style and it was his favorite. It was when he met up with you for a quick meal between practice did you wearing his clothes actually melt his heart. You had showed up with messy hair, obviously you had just woken up, and a pair of black leggings and his most worn sweatshirt, to which you kept pulling the sleeve up over your hand and pressing it to your face. He wouldn’t be able to hide his smile as you did this and when you asked him why he was he’d just smile wider. ‘I think its cute you’re in my hoodie.’ ‘Feels like your hugging me.’ you’d say with a blush before he reached across the table to stroke your cheek gently.

Taehyung:

Always being so busy he rarely got to spend nights with you, so spending nights with him were really the only option. You had gone over early, Jungkook had carelessly left the burner on and everyone was freaking out that he would burn the dorms down. You decided to stay and clean up a bit, they were boys after all. You spend all after noon scrubbing and dusting that by the time 7 rolled around and you had set plans to cook a big dinner for them you were exhausted. Stripping of your cleaning product smelling shirt you pulled one of Tae’s button ups on and laid on his bed for what you wanted to only be two seconds. It wasn’t until the boys walked in an hour later did you wake up to their excitement of seeing the house clean. Tae would walk into the room to see you sleepily propped up on your elbows, dropped in one of his shirts. ‘What a good way to come home.’ He’d blush before moving over to you. ‘Wait Ill make dinner.’ You said, still half asleep. ‘No need,’ He’d start crawling over you. ‘Nice shirt.’ He’d say making you look down and smile. And then, cuddles.

Jungkook:

Him coming to see you would be a surprise. He often did things like that since he felt like he was always away from you. This time was no different. At home finishing up some work you’d be startled by the sound of your door opening. You had no idea who it could have been so you quickly stood and peaked around the corner. ‘Jungkook I swear to god! You scared the crap out of me!’ You’d say pulling him into a tight hug. ‘Im sorry, we got off early.’ He’d saw wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. When he pulled out of the hug he noticed you were wearing one of his sweatshirts and a smile would break to his lips. ‘Is this mine?’ He’d ask, even though he already knew the answer.’ ‘I missed you and it smells like you… sorry.’ you said starting to take it off. ‘No, leave it. You’re so cute.’ He’d say before kissing you gently and pulling you in for another hug.

mysme-mess  asked:

Hihihi. Are requests open? If not then just ignore this. If yes, then I have a request. What if MC leaves the RFA because Rika was back and everyone was focusing on her more. Mc decides that she's not needed or wanted anymore so she just disappears with the help of Saeran (since he still hates Rika for the whole brainwashing thing). It can be a mini-fic or a scenario or whatever. 😊😊 Love love love your work btw 😍 best author ever

Anon said:  Your headcanons are really awesome! I always love reading them. This is a bit sad but I have this HC that there were probably a lot of people who supported Rika being the first and original party coordinator of the foundation, so when MC took her place they think she’s not good enough and compares her to Rika, send her emails wanting her to leave. These start to get to MC so how does the RFA help her?


This one was interesting to do! Spoilers for the secret ends ahead. Also, in everyone’s except Seven’s, MC didn’t end up with anyone after the first 11 days. 


General Scenario:

  • After the first party, you thought everything would go great
  • But everything seemed to go downhill
  • The lists get longer, and there’s more guests who knew Rika more than you
  • You’ve even gotten a few emails from guests requesting your resignation, because they believed only Rika was good enough for a job like this
  • After awhile, it started wearing down on you
  • To make things worse, a few parties later and Rika returns fully recovered
  • She works with you instead of replacing you
  • You find it really nice, but it only emphasizes your insecurities
  • Even most of the RFA seem to be falling back into giving her all of the glory
  • You just can’t take it anymore and you have a breakdown after one of the meetings
  • Saeran finds you and you accidentally end up spilling everything
  • You voiced that you just wanted to disappear
  • After a few minutes of silence, he agrees to help you
  • With his skills, you manage to run away without anyone knowing

Zen:

  • He’s really worried when you don’t log into the messenger after a whole day
  • He noticed you’d been down lately, but you always claimed to be fine
  • He drops by the apartment to check on you, and he finds it completely empty with your phone and computer buzzing with missed notifications
  • He tries to call you or find you in your usual spots, but to no avail
  • He informs the RFA and implores Seven to find you
  • He visits the hacker’s house to help where he can
  • Somehow, he had a gut feeling when he saw Saeran looking a bit guilty
  • Forcefully gets the information out of the younger twin
  • When he gets the address to your location, he goes to you right away
  • As soon as you open the door, he’s begging for forgiveness if he made you feel insecure like that
  • He’s voicing his worries and begging you to come back and somehow his confession slips up
  • This really moves you, but you’re still not ready to come back
  • For a long while, you only allow Zen to see you and he respects your wishes and keeps your whereabouts a secret
  • After several really long talks, he coaxes you back into the group
  • He’s so much more protective when it comes to guests’ comments though

Yoosung:

  • He had been very caught up with Rika back, so he kind of got absorbed in helping her whenever he could
  • He thinks you’ve been in the chatroom, but realizes you’re not when he compliments you on something and you don’t respond
  • He checks old chats and finds out it’s been quite awhile since you’ve joined one
  • It makes him feel worse when it seemed that the rest of the RFA had noticed a while ago
  • He feels horrible and guilty
  • He goes to Seven’s house to ask where you are, but Seven doesn’t even know
  • Saeran makes some vague comment with a bitter undertone, and it tips Yoosung off
  • They get into an argument while Yoosung is demanding to know where you are
  • Finally, he tells Yoosung how you felt
  • Yoosung is in shock and he gets super depressed for awhile
  • He knows you won’t answer, but he starts texting you every day saying how much you’re missed and loved
  • He does this for a month so it becomes habit
  • You actually are reading them though, and finally you decide to reply
  • He’s in such shock and apologizing so much through text
  • You refuse to take his calls or talk to him in person for a long time, so text is mainly how you communicate
  • Still, this starts to rebuild your relationship until you’re finally willing to meet him face to face again He takes the opportunity to show you how much he’s changed and to show how much he cares for you
  • It still takes time for you to fully trust him again, but he’s so steady and patient
  • He really does show you how wonderful and capable of a person you are

Jaehee:

  • She wasn’t close with Rika, but her coming back meant bigger parties
  • Jaehee got dragged into doing more work in the process
  • So, she really hadn’t been talking to you much
  • She noticed your absence when she texted for your opinion on something and you didn’t reply after nearly two days
  • She tried calling and emailing…but just came to the conclusion you were busy or ill or something
  • But the rest of the RFA notice the same and finally announce you ran away
  • Jaehee is really worried because she knows you wouldn’t run unless you had a good reason
  • She doesn’t tell the others and pours herself into researching your whereabouts
  • While Saeran was careful in hiding you, Jaehee knew your patterns and soon found a local cafe you frequented
  • She asks if you could talk, and you don’t have the heart to refuse
  • You tell her everything that happened, and she’s mad and crying because you didn’t tell her and you’re crying because she’s crying
  • You have this whole touching moment in the corner of this cafe
  • She doesn’t tell the others, and she won’t
  • She knows where you’re coming from and doesn’t force you to return if you don’t want to
  • She’is kind of angry with those guests who made you feel that way
  • She helps you rebuild a life in the town you choose
  • As long as she keeps in touch with you, she respects your wishes and keeps you away from the RFA

Jumin:

  • With Rika’s return, old wounds and scars from V started popping up within Jumin
  • He started distancing himself from the RFA, logging in less and working more
  • Finally, he just needs a full break and goes on month long business trip
  • While there, he sorts things out and figures it’s not fair to you because you worked just as hard and seem to care about him
  • So he comes back only to find you had run away awhile ago and no one can find you
  • His worry pushes him into action
  • He’s hiring people left and right to find you
  • Knowing he has the resources to actually find you, Saeran steps in and stops Jumin, explaining that you don’t want to be found
  • He has to eventually come clean about helping you run
  • Jumin was already a bit bitter when it came to Saeran because of V, but he was tempted to feel even more so now
  • But then Saeran disclosed your location
  • The younger twin had been watching you though, and he knows you haven’t been doing well
  • Jumin thinks he’s fine, until he finally faces you
  • His vision blurs with tears and he can’t help but hold you tight in his arms, pleading for you to never leave him again
  • You’ve missed him as well, so you’re willing to sit down with him and just talk
  • While he listens to your concerns, he reasons with you to go back
  • After all, he went through the same recently and he doesn’t want you cutting ties like that
  • He’s patient as you slowly make your way back into the group and heal

Seven:

  • He feels very uncomfortable with Rika there, especially after all that happened
  • He’s still talking with the RFA, but rarely, and he avoids Rika altogether
  • He’d also noticed you hadn’t been yourself
  • But because you thought he was having a hard time you acted like everything was fine
  • Before running off, you had made Saeran promise not to tell Seven anything, thinking he would be better off without someone incompetent like you
  • Seven noticed your absence almost immediately, since you practically dropped off the face of the earth
  • He starts thinking his old agency is out for revenge
  • Now he’s terrified for you life and works day and night trying to find any trace of you
  • Saeran watches as his brother loses sleep and peace of mind and he just can’t stand it anymore
  • He casually leaves a big clue open on his laptop
  • Of course, Seven finds it and looks for you immediately
  • When he finds you, there’s a mix of yelling and crying from him
  • He makes you tell him everything…from your feelings to your plan to the guest emails
  • He wanted to know every detail and try to help you recover
  • He understands you don’t want to go back with Rika there…and he doesn’t feel comfortable with it either
  • None of you could recover with something so symbolic of past trauma constantly there
  • But he doesn’t think it healthy to cut ties with the rest of the RFA either, since they were like second family
  • So, he starts searching and finds a quiet house in a place that’s very…very far from the others
  • Once he buys it, he asks you to marry him…and soon
  • Of course you agree, and a few weeks later you, him, and Saeran move away
  • You all still keep in touch with the RFA through the chat and occasionally parties, but the distance allows you all to concentrate on healing and building up your own family 

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The first time is serious business - Older!Damian Wayne x Reader

#10. Making love for the first time. Only slightly NSFW, mostly fluffy. And not great…Thank for the compliment by the way :), hope you’ll like it :

THERE’S SOME SORT OF PART TWO HERE : Titus likes you…too much

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The first time he saw you, he was barely ten years old. You were in the same class than him in Gotham Academy, and he noticed you right away because your uniform was old and had clearly been used before. He guessed pretty fast that you were one of those kids from poor families that his father gave a scholarship to, which meant, you were a smart one. 

“Smart”, didn’t even do justice to your intelligence. He never met anyone (that wasn’t his father or brothers) like you, you were extra-brainy, sometimes he even thought you were almost as astute as him…But not only, you were also full of wit and quick responses, and so damn brave. You were a short one, and yet, when he saw you get bullied by sixteen years old, he didn’t even had time to react and come help you that you already shot your foot to one of the guy’s crotch mercilessly. And then kicked his face. The two others bullies were so stunned, they just ran away. They ran away from a short ten year old girl…You were amazing. 

He pleaded to his father so that you wouldn’t get fired from school for kicking that guy’s ass, and Bruce was so impressed with you, and how his son defended you, that he pressured the school into keeping you. 

-I know it’s thanks to you I’m still here, so…yeah, thank you dude. 

-I didn’t do anything. 

-Lier. I know who your dad is. I know it’s thanks to him I have the opportunity to be in the best school of Gotham. And I know he convinced the school’s board not to fire me. My guts are telling me you’re the one responsible for your father’s intervention. So…Thanks. 

And that’s how you became friend with him. You quickly guessed he was the night vigilante “Robin”, and it wasn’t really a big deal. Maybe it was your child’s brain telling you that a hero, with all the costume wearing a people saving, such as him was just wicked cool, that you thought it really wasn’t a big deal On the contrary, you thought Damian was like, the coolest guy you ever met. After Batman and Nightwing of course. He made it his life goal to show you he was better than them…and it made you slowly fall for him as the years went by, and as you grew up together. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have any headcanons for Marvin and Whizzer at the hospital? (b/c tears) Love your blog and your HC's by the way!!! You're so creative and detailed and I love you and the Falsettos characters so much! <3 <3 <3 Thanks!!!!!!!

i hope you like these!! i also love to upset myself. tysm for the compliments! my hcs are mediocre but i’m glad you enjoy them!!<33

this took so long. i was trying to remain sensitive to the situation and hope that it’s accurate. i had to google the symptoms of AIDs and how to play chess so it’s all here, folks.
it’s so weird to go from silly, lighthearted hcs to crushing ones.

  • we all know that whizzer is stubborn as hell. he would straight up refuse help when he’s first hospitalized. he’s barely mobile but too proud to admit his body is deteriorating quickly.
  • the amount of help he requires just doing things like walking a few metres frustrates him to no end. he starts getting really angry, telling marvin & charlotte to shove off and leave him alone. 
  • he’s convinced that if he tries hard enough he’ll be able to make himself better or at least act like it. 
  • he gets so upset with himself and his body’s inability that he actually breaks down crying at one point– multiples times lbr. 
  • he collapses and is sat on the floor on his knees, gripping his hospital gown and wiping furiously at his tear-streaked face. marvin goes to help him up but decides to crouch beside him for a bit, rubbing whizzer’s arms and holding back his own tears.
  • marvin is constantly in a state of faux optimism that whizzer can see right through. whizzer also holds a calm, lighthearted expression when he can as he tries to worry his friends and family as little as possible. left alone they watch each other and know that it’s not alright anymore.
  • they drop their brave faces and just hold each other most nights. their tight knit family leaves the room and they lay silently together. if tears are shed, neither of them say anything.
  • on nights where the silence and sobs are too painful they reminisce over things they did together in the past (although they usually avoid mentioning racquetball or chess). they’ll lie on their backs, hands intertwined, recounting all the dumb places they messed around and tease each other.
  • these nights are spent cuddling and talking until whizzer succumbs to fatigue despite doing nothing that day. marvin has to face the inevitability of the situation alone late into the night and early hours. he’s graced with insomnia and anxiety throughout whizzer’s illness.
  • there comes a point where whizzer refuses to look in a mirror and laments his good looks. his cheeks become more sunken and his weight loss is so blatant, it’s unsettling.
  • whizzer: remember when my hair line was my only flaw
    marvin, holding him and whispering into his hair: it still is
    whizzer, lightheartedly: don’t be a sap, marv
  • whizzer is soon suffering the mental effects of his diagnosis. he’s suddenly overtaken by constant anxiety and depressive thoughts. marvin comforts him however he can, understanding how it must feel for him. 
  • along with these, whizzer’s memory is taking a serious toll. he tries to play chess with jason but completely loses his train of thought. 
  • jason: you can’t move that way
    whizzer, half asleep: huh…?
    jason: the knight. you can’t move diagonally; it’s against the rules.
  • marvin notices the distress and confusion on whizzer’s face and quickly comes to his rescue, challenging jason to a game.
  • he’s left confused a lot  he loses grasp of dates – but this could be due to his refusal to count down his days while marvin anxiously keeps track of it, trying to be with whizzer for every single one of his final hours, minutes, seconds.
  • whizzer sometimes finds him overbearing but marvin knows when to back off and allow whizzer the space despite his reluctance to leave him alone.
  • whizzer prefers to be in company most of the time during his treatment. when alone he’s left to his thoughts of death and what he’ll leave behind. no matter how many times he wills himself to believe it’s just his time. 
  • he’s frustrated, enraged that if there is a god, why he would do this to him? he knows he is not an infallible being but he at least deserves an explanation. he doesn’t deserve to be left to suffer this nameless disease that only provides him with pitiful (or disgusted) looks and half-hearted apologies.
  • along with the mental collapse, he suffers from persistent nausea as his immune system struggles to fight back any other infections he catches. he can’t even look at food without imagining it coming back up. if the illness doesn’t kill him then malnutrition is the next contender.
  • when he and marvin lay together, marvin can’t help but notice how he’s being poked by exposed ribs.
  • marvin will hold whizzer and notice how whizzer is somehow extremely hot yet shivering. marvin attempts to nurse him through his more feverish days and whizzer has to remind him that they’re in a hospital and marvin isn’t a doctor. 
  • he won’t admit it but he prefers marvin’s care no matter how useless he is at it. most doctors are cold, dismissive. charlotte isn’t able to hang around 24/7 so a familiar face is welcomed.
  • whizzer outright refuses to allow himself to be babied and makes distasteful jokes at his own expense in hopes of lightening the mood – it doesn’t really work despite his best efforts.
  • marvin does laugh to some of his morbid joking, to mendel and trina’s shock and distaste. whizzer is pleased with himself, not having seen marvin laugh in so long. it’s not as bright as he usually laughs but it’s something and whizzer finds himself laughing too. marvin holds his gaze fondly and if he’s tearing up no one mentions it.
  • they soon have to face the inevitability of the illness and how it’s going to affect marvin. there’s a wordless exchange between marvin and whizzer after they’ve both been informed of marvin’s likely future. they hold each other a little tighter that night.
  • they have a full discussion later on. whizzer won’t stop apologising and marvin won’t stop asking him not to. 
  • marvin is all too aware of his fate. this isn’t whizzer’s fault, he knows that much for sure but he’s infuriated. why was there no public information? he’d become a victim to rumours and sourceless hearsay. he and whizzer and countless others.
  • the days go by quickly, some better than others but whizzer’s clearly getting worse. each night he seems a little colder (physically and emotionally), he holds marvin hand a little less tight, his conversation is a little more sparse.
  • when whizzer’s time finally comes and he’s lost behind that hospital curtain, marvin is empty. he’s never quite understood how someone could feel empty, completely devoid of any emotion, but here he is.
  • marvin and jason have much the same reaction. frozen. stiff and frozen in place. trina just wishes that this time jason wasn’t so much like marvin. she’d always been loud, emotional. couldn’t jason cry for once? then trina could hold him and comfort him and whisper how it’s going to be alright regardless of her own uncertainty.
  • on that final day, after mendel and trina have collected the bar mitzvah things and quickly ushered jason out, marvin feels powerless. 
  • cordelia is leant against the wall covering her face and holding back her own tears. 
  • before he leaves, whizzer offers him one last genuine (yet teary) smile with his hand over marvin’s. his tight squeeze slowly loosens and marvin leaves a final kiss on his cheek as he strokes the back of his hand.
  • marvin is there when the final light leaves whizzer’s eyes. marvin is there when charlotte slowly covers whizzer’s body with a sheet. he forces himself to look away knowing that whizzer isn’t there anymore. not really. he’s there as charlotte comforts cordelia and he can’t help but feel a sudden spark of envy. 
  • he clenches his fists and puts on a brave face. he figures that’s what whizzer would want. he couldn’t be more wrong and subconsciously he knows that.
  • his facade finally collapses when he sees jason place that king chess piece on whizzer’s grave. he inwardly snorts, even in death whizzer wins.
  • jason sees his father’s tears and trina is startled when jason lets out his own pitiful sobs. 
  • the entire tight knit family is left to mourn and to wonder if everything will ever be alright again. mendel, forever a skeptic, offhandedly mentions that whizzer would be watching them where he is right now. the uncharacteristic comment is a welcome comfort as their now-family-of-6 holds each other. 
  • the belief that everything could be alright lingers.

so yeah… hmu to sob over falsettos.

{Special}College!AU x K.A.R.D

no one asked for this,,,,but i love them,,,,support don’t recall + ohnana!!!! 

J.Seph 

  • major: poetry 
  • sports: swim team 
  • really wanted to join the poetry club,,,but he got to shy to show up to the first meeting and jiwoo was trying to drag him into the room but he was like noOOOOOooo 
  • for a literal poetry major,,,,,,,,he never has the nerve to share any of his stuff out loud. there was a poetry slam night on campus and everyone was like you should enter!!!!! but he like,,,,,couldn’t and in the end somin went up and read his work and it was BEAUTIFUL and everyone was like “you have such talent!!!” and she was like um,,,,,,,i didn’t write this it was - but when she tried to point him out it turned out he just fled and somin’s like dammit i thought jiwoo and matthew would keep him put
  • as shy as he is,,,,he still has a really nice aesthetic going on. very simple, casual but still fashionable and people always ask to take pictures of his outfit and face and he’s like ,,,,um,,,,,,,why,,,,,,,,,and they’re like “do you have instagram???” and he’s like yes but i don’t really use it,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • everyone thinks he’s hot but he’s oblivious to it basically
  • all his poems are about ,,,,, like ,,,,,,,,,, love,,,,,,and nature,,,,,,and like,,,,,,,crying in nature because you’re in love
  • he’s actually super emotional and deep but no one ever gets to know him because he’s really shy and tries not to talk much
  • even the members of his swim team are like “bro, you should tell us like your hobbies or your ideal type” and j.seph is like “,,,,,,,,,breathing is nice,,,,,”
  • and you had one class with j.seph on prose poetry,,,,,and even though he never shared out loud in class you had to do a group critic and ever since you read his poetry,,,,,,you had basically Fallen in Love
  • with his style, his flow, his choice of words,,,his voice in his poems is so strong and beautiful that you felt like you were looking at a painting and not words on a paper
  • and you’d begged him to submit something to the campus art journal but he had declined and it had left you heartbroken
  • but you didn’t give up,,,,even after your classes if you’d see him you’d be like !!!! hi i was wondering if you changed your mind-
  • but he’d just shake his head shyly and tell you that really, he couldn’t publish his work in the journal
  • and for a while you’d try to bug him when you saw him but you didn’t overdo it 
  • and at some point you had to give up because you didn’t want to come off creepy, even though you really at least wanted others to read and feel what you felt with his poems
  • and at some point you end up sharing a study table with somin and you know her as one of j.seph’s only friends and you’re like “hi,,,,this is going to sound weird but is j.seph,,,,,,,,,,not an open person?”
  • and she looks up from drawing and she’s like hmm what do you mean
  • and you tell her about the experience you had with his poetry and suddenly she seems really interested and she sets down her pencil and she’s like wait here!!!!
  • and about twenty minutes later she comes back holding a notebook and she’s like “ive had this for a long time, but it’s a poem i read by j.seph at a poetry slam a while ago. it’s the only poem i have of his but!!!! you could maybe publish it??? i really want him to be recognized by more people as a poet!!”
  • and you thank her and get all excited as you leave the building because omg the editor of the journal is going to LOVE it but then you try to read the poem,,,,,,,,,but you can’t bring yourself to do it,,,,,
  • like the words are right there waiting but you feel horrible because,,,,,you didn’t get j.seph’s consent. and it feels like you’re stealing from him
  • so you decide that you can’t publish it, instead you search the campus for him so you can return it
  • and you find him sitting on the steps outside of lecture hall and he’s writing aimlessly in his notebook and you’re like “um excuse me-”
  • and once he sees you he’s already like ‘im sorry, but i-” and you’re like i don’t want to bother you, but your friend gave me this ,,,,,,it’s yours though so im returning it. i didn’t read it by the way,,,,,
  • and when he takes the paper cautiously, opening it up he’s a bit shocked and he’s like “,,,,,,,it’s my poem” and you’re like yes and he’s like “wouldn’t you want to read this - you’re always asking me to show you my writing” and you shrug and you’re like “im asking you because poets should want to show off their writing. i have no right just looking at without your permission.”
  • and with that you bow your head in a goodbye but as you turn you suddenly feel his hand wrap around your wrist to stop you and you look over your shoulder
  • and j.seph is like “,,,,,,,,,,,,if you want,,,,,ill let you read this one.”
  • and your eyes light up and you take a seat beside him in such a hurry that you don’t notice that your so close your knees are brushing and you begin to read muttering the words to yourself
  • and j.seph is feeling a bit hot under the collar because you’re close and also reading,,,,,his work
  • and it’s a bit much for someone kind of closed off like him but when you look up all you can tell him is that you’re speechless. again. like when you first read his stuff
  • and j.seph’s ears turn red and he’s like AH don’t,,,,say that
  • but you point to a line and you’re like i love this!
  • and that’s how you end up spending like two hours sitting there talking about this one poem and somehow j.seph can feel your sincerity and that’s all it takes for him to open up to you
  • and before either of you knows he’s showing you more of his work
  • and only when you realize it’s getting dark out do you get up
  • and j.seph is like shyly,,,,,,,,like “i don’t know about publishing these in the journal,,,,,,but id love to show you more of my,,,,,,,,poems,,,,,”
  • and you clap your hands and you’re like yes!!! please do!!! and your smile makes j.seph’s heart beat
  • and your first date is basically at a cafe sharing some sweets and you gushing over his work and j.seph getting even more shy 
  • but also loving the feeling of,,,,,,having someone admire his poems
  • dating college!j.seph: staying inside all day at a library or study room and working silently on your separate projects but secretly holding hands under the table, delicate kisses where he holds you like you’re made of glass, book shopping dates, getting teased to death by matthew till both you and j.seph are flushed red, matching couple tees, sharing a drink and j.seph still getting worked up about a public indirect kiss LOL 

BM (Matthew) 

  • major: health law
  • sports: has tried all of them and has gotten bored of all of them so he just knows a bunch of athletes and is friends with them. like him and jackson from the fencing team and amber from the women’s basketball team,,,,,,but also jae from the schools band LOL
  • got into law and it was a shocker for like eVERYone because isn’t he just,,,,,,,the jock stereotype who should major in something like nutrition or physical education 
  • but nOPE matthew is seriously passionate about law, especially health law that has to deal with reproductive rights and drug safety. like he seriously just doesn’t understand why people are so hellbent on having control of other peoples bodies or making a certain medication highly addictive just to freakin suck money out of people LIKE WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD
  • and everytime they have to study cases for papers or tests he literally seathes with anger and asks the teacher 30243 questions that usually just come down to “matthew, the law let them.” and matthew is like not to sound like a law-anti but the Law IS Stupid. All Governments are Shit
  • everyone in the class:
  • the teacher:
  • matthew who is now standing on the table with the crumpled case in his hand: ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,ill just sit down now
  • but his passion is a good thing because law can get boring and dense, but he’s so amped up about it because he needs to know what’s the best way to help people not get wrapped up in trouble,,,,and be able to keep their damn human rights
  • he also works nights at a popular bar off-campus and his friends are always there (the boss loves it because the $$$$$ comes piling in. also matthew is,,,,,,,,Hot,,,,,,,,there are many people just there to appreciate his looks so hey even more $$$$$$)
  • but matthew also gives out free drinks like his life depends on it and dabs everytime a customer compliments him like what friendly giant tbh
  • also let’s all take a moment to hold hands and think of matthew in a cute bartender outfit ok moving on
  • when he has time he works out at the campus gym but it’s always at super super late like 3-4 am when he gets off work
  • and you also happen to work out at weird times because thanks college for draining you with studying and the only time you have that’s free is the middle of the night
  • and you notice matthew, it’s hard not to as he’s standing over six feet, and you think “oh someone else is suffering with me”
  • but halfway through your run on the treadmill you make a very big mistake,,,,,,you look over and see matthew doing push-ups with one hand, and then switching without getting up to the other hand,,,,,,and the way he looks
  • cut-off sleeveless tank, loose basketball shorts and sweat running down a chiseled jawline you damn near trip over your own feet
  • because okay,,,,,,,,he’s hot,,,,,,,,
  • and you’re like no no focus on the work out but it’s impossible,,,,,,,because when you look back you see him lifting weights, his back big and wide, the muscles strong in his arms and you’re damn near drooling honestly
  • and this goes on for like two weeks because everytime you show up to work out,,,,it’s like 3:19 am and it’s just you two and matthew smiles and greets you and then starts working out and you can’t not watch,,,,,,,,,it’s like addicting 
  • and at one point you’re like whatever and as you see matthew finishing up you drop your jump-rope and you’re like “hey can i ask you something?” and he turns around with his usual smile, wiping the sweat from his neck and he’s like “sure!” and you’re like “let’s make out, if you want, like right now”
  • and matthew’s eyes go wide only for a second because he drops the towel from his neck and smirks and is like “i thought you’d never ask”
  • and that is how you end up making you in the empty campus gym and matthew is as good as a kisser as he looks,,,,,and he’s good at other things Which I Will Leave Up to You to Imagine
  • and as you’re leaving,,,,,,the sun rising slowly on the campus you’re like “um,,,,,,,see you again soon?” and matthew is like “you know it!”
  • and you two make out every time you see each other which is like 3 times a week at the gym and it’s great and it’s fun
  • but also you talk,,,,,,,and matthew is hilarious and not afriad to embarrass himself and oh shit this is going from a hookup to a crush
  • and you’re super scared about telling him,,,,,because he’s so,,,,,popular what if he already has someone else,,,,,someone better in mind
  • and you don’t want to ruin the great thing you have going (great thing being physical only) and you’re like telling yourself to not ruin it
  • until you’re sitting in matthew’s lap and suddenly he pulls back from your kiss, arms slipping from under your shirt and he’s like “listen ive been thinking, we never meet up outside the gym and i wanna introduce you to my friends-”
  • and you’re like wait hold up he’s talking like we’re,,,,,in a relationship
  • and matthew can see the confusion on your face and his smile drops and he’s like “unless,,,,,,,,,being something serious is uncomfortable for you?” but you shake your head so much you’re scared you might crack your neck but you’re like “no!!! i do want to be something serious, i was just surprised i thought you’d ,,,,,,,,only thought of this as something on the side”
  • and matthew grins and he’s like “no way, i don’t make out with just anyone. also you’ve seen my - well,,,,,,,,you’ve seen big matthew and that’s nothing something many people can say”
  • and you’re like oh my god did you just call- whatever, yes id love to ,,,,, meet your friends and do some stuff??? together??? like dates??? and you and him are grinning like idiots in love hehe
  • dating college!matthew: long snapchat stories of you guys being a cute couple and trying out new resturants or going to the amusment park and buying matching headbands, wearing his big clothes, couple work outs, matthew always using your legs as his personal pillow, wild parties where you both get tipsy and spend an hour debating who grinds better and making a very embarrassed j.seph the judge, being silly dorks that are super touchy and pda is at an all time HIGH, couple rings 

Jiwoo

  • major: neuroscience/pre-med
  • sports: women’s lacrosse 
  • she is FIERCE and nothing scares her. not the other lacrosse teams she has to face. not the judgmental looks people give her when she says she wants to become a neurosurgeon. not the way people snicker and point out her bold sense of fashion 
  • she’s her own person and she makes it known, because she’s a hardworker and she’s going to get into the top med school in korea just freaking watch her
  • and she’s gonna do it wearing fishnets, a motorcycle jacket, and heavy army boots like who said all girls have to dress a certain way??? and yes that’s a tattoo on her upper-arm like what are you gonna do about it????
  • matthew is always like holding jiwoo back from getting into fights at the bar he works at because if some guy as much as whispers something nasty/disrespectful/just plain gross under his breath about her or any girl in the vicinity she’s up and ready to throw hands
  • and matthew literally just wraps his arm around her torso while she’s kicking and going “let me GO” and he’s like “ow ow ow you’re so strong ow ow but thank god you’re short OW DID YOU JUST BITE MY ARM”
  • but she really studies super hard and she knows her stuff and the teachers love her,,,,,because she’s always the first to be done with her work and she really genuinely wants to be a surgeon to help people
  • ,,,,,,even though some of them are like “why,,,,,do you dress,,,,,,,so,,,,,” and she’s like “because i like it. what does that have to do with cognitive brain disorders? why does my appearance have anything to do with my passion and talent?” and the teachers are like ok ,,,true,,,,,,
  • you really look up to her because she’s so outspoken. also she makes even the scariest older classmates grovel at the knees like for instance pre-med ken made the mistake of cracking a joke about jiwoo’s resting poker face and she was like “coming from you who can’t even keep still in his seat for more than three seconds like some kind of over-energized rabbit, i don’t see whats so funny?” and ken was like i got it i Will Shut Up Now
  • and you see her a lot hanging around the computer lab of the library, probably to work on her labs and stuff and you don’t think she even notices you
  • because she’s always bickering with matthew or laughing with somin but,,,,,,,one day when you peek over you end up making eye contact
  • and you hide right away behind your hair because oh no she saw,,,you
  • but it’s too late and you can hear her boots marching across the floor and you feel the tap on your shoulder
  • and jiwoo literally spins around your computer chair and is like “heY,,,,,do you want to say something to me? you always stare at me funny? is there a problem”
  • and you’re like UH,,,,,,,turning redder by the second and matthew is already sighing across the room and getting up to get jiwoo but you just mumble out that no,,,,,no problem,,,,,,,you just think she’s really pretty
  • and the whole room turns to look at you two because oh god,,,,,,you just called jeon jiwoo pretty??????? no one has ever had the guts to approach her let alone,,,,compliment her
  • and you’re like This is The Day I Die but jiwoo,,,,,just clams up and she opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out and she’s like uh uh uh,,,,,,,,,,wh,,,what did you say?
  • and you’re like “im sorry please don’t be mad i think you’re really pretty and cool so i can’t stop looking at you but it’s nothing mean or hateful please omg,,,,”
  • and jiwoo puts her finger to your lips and you’re like oh no im dead but is?????? is she blushing and she gets up suddenly and she’s like “let’s,,,,step out.”
  • and you follow her out of the computer lab down to a bench outside on campus and you’re shaking with nervousness but jiwoo won’t look at you and she’s just like,,,,,,,,,,,
  • “ok,,,,,listen i have never been confessed to so this is weird but,,,,,is it true,,,,,,” and you’re like ??????? what and she’s like tucking her hair behind her ear trying to seem uninterested and she’s like “that you think im pretty?”
  • and you’re like “yes of course, i’ve thought it since i first saw you,,,,i think you were giving an underclassman his lunch back when someone stole it from him??? i thought you were so cool and so cute-”
  • jiwoo: “cute?”
  • you: “y,,yeah cute, pretty, beautiful,,,,,,,you’re all of that to me.” and this time you’re 100% sure she’s blushing
  • and suddenly jiwoo is like “are you free tonight?” and you’re like um yes why and she’s like there’s going to be a party at the bar matthew works out,,,,,,,do you wanna come ,,,,,,,,,,with me?
  • and you’re SPEECHLESS because is this HAPPENING RN and jiwoo is like “give me your phone. im gonna give you my number.”
  • and that night you meet up with jiwoo and the j.sep + somin outside of the bar and jiwoo is like “stay close, ok?” and you’re like holy,,,my heart is beating so fast
  • and you’re kinda shy but jiwoo is like “let loose, c’mon!!” and as you’re dancing together she grabs your shoulders and pulls herself closer to you and you’re like ghldjsfgfdf and she’s like “try to look a little happier - you said im pretty right, and now im dancing with you, isn’t it amazing?”
  • and you’re honestly starstruck you’re like “yes, im so happy. i feel blessed”
  • and jiwoo playfully pushes your arm but she feels this warmth in her chest because,,,,,,being so special to someone feels so nice,,,,,,
  • dating college!jiwoo: quizzing her on hard science terms you can’t pronounce, letting her try out makeup on you, laying upside down off the couch and watching horror movies together, pda making jiwoo shyer than usual, having jiwoo tell matthew that if he even DARES to make a move - she will shave all that hair off his head 

Somin

  • major: interior design 
  • sports: no time, she spends all of her free hours at her internship with a famous seoul furniture designer and she comes back to her dorm only to pass out on her bed, jiwoo always finds her without a blanket 
  • originally was interested in fashion design, but people aren’t her strongest suit so she became more interested in making pretty things,,,,,,,,that didn’t have to be modeled on someone but instead,,,,,inside a house
  • finds fabric magazines more thrilling than gossip magazines 
  • gives off a very mannered, but friendly field. she’s called a ‘goddess’ by underclassmen in the major because when she works she looks so pretty and concentrated and the way she handles cloth and drawing ,,,,,, it’s so like gentle 
  • keeps two sketchbooks: one that’s tidy and clean for class and the other that’s a mess for her own ideas
  • likes working in soft pastels,,,,,,,,,,bright patterns annoy her. so when matthew shows up in his hawaiian print button downs she’s literally like Go. Change
  • her internship is really hard because she’s an assistant to this designer who thinks they’re a prodigy or something and is always making somin run around and do needless tasks and jiwoo is always like somin. i want to fight your boss
  • you’re also an intern,,,,but not to the designer but to their marketing team and so you always feel terrible seeing somin being nagged at or asked to go buy coffee for like the tenth time
  • and you think she’s really sweet,,,,and patient to never ever snap or say something mean behind the designers back
  • but you also worry because when finals come around you can see somin is skipping meals as she’s losing weight and keeps coming in with bags under her eyes
  • and you end up seeing her kind of stumble on her way to the kitchen in the designers studio and at first you brush it off that she’s just sleepy but you can’t just leave it at that
  • so you go to the kitchen to see if she’s ok and you see her???? laying on the floor????? passed out
  • and you panic, falling to your knees and getting her head in your lap and you’re like “somin??? somin???”
  • and you pull her up into your arms and stand up and you can hear her kind of coming too and you like get her over to a chair
  • and get a cup of water and some snacks and you’re like “somin, let’s drink this ok?” and very gently you get the cup to her lips 
  • and she’s already like conscious but she looks so so so weak and you unwrap the snack and encourage her to take small bites
  • and when she’s done,,,,with a bit of energy restored she shyly tries to hide and she’s like “im sorry you had to see me like this”
  • and you’re like “somin,,,,,,,,,you should ask for a day off. it’s finals, i know how hard it is but you can’t torture yourself to this point.”
  • and somin nods but you know she’s not going to listen to you 
  • but before you get up to leave, she thanks you and you’re like feeling your heart break because someone who does so much deserves a break,,,,,
  • but since she doesn’t want to take one you start to take it upon yourself to make sure she’s eating at the internship and you always give her fruits or candy and you’re like eat this on your way back to campus!!!!
  • and when finals are over,,,,you’re happy for you but also somin
  • and one day she comes over to hand you lunchbox she’s made herself and she’s like !!!!!! for helping me,,,,,,all this time
  • and you guys eat together for the first time and it’s kinda like an impromptu date and you even get her number
  • and you learn about somin’s passion for designing homes and you think she looks so cute getting excited talking about it
  • and when you walk together to campus one night,,,,,you feel her take her finger and lock it around hers and you both are giggling,,,,but it’s so cute
  • dating college!somin: having to remind her to take her sketchbooks because she always forgets where she puts them if she takes them out of her bag, forehead kisses while she’s working, sitting up until really late with tea and just talking about what makes you happy, bubble baths together on off days, having jiwoo get super protective over you two, somin always plays with your hair, you find out she secretly really likes to dance and you guys have a dance off in her dorm that matthew and j.seph walk in on,,,,,,,,,and then join it becomes a competition, telling her she’s doing her best and you know she is and that’s enough <3
Relief

I just wanted to give Emma a break from her batshit-crazy life and a chance to cuddle on the couch with her husband, but I ended up giving her a cold with a side of angst.

Takes place shortly after the Final Battle.


She’s sick within a week.

Truly nothing serious, but thoroughly miserable nevertheless; she’s put her body and her nerves through too much lately, and now she’s paying the price. Naturally, Killian acts as though she’s dying and given the events of the past few months, she tries to be sensitive about it. He does come from a world where a fever and a sore throat very well could have been the beginning of the end. And, of course, there’s the fact that she very clearly did die (or at least came close to it) right in front of his eyes not even ten days ago.

In a way, it’s a relief. She can’t even think of the last time that she’s been free of gut-sickening adrenaline long enough for her body to succumb to simple illness.

It’s a relief to feel run down and beat up when the cause isn’t some malevolent magical force trying to wrench her away from the people she loves. She’ll take this any day when it means getting to wake up to her husband who still looks at her like she’s the most beautiful goddamn thing he’s ever laid eyes on despite the fact that her eyes are swollen and she can only breathe through her mouth.

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im sick so… have some sick newsies headcanons because why the hell not

(these are also totally not in character but im sick myself so i think that gives me a free pass to be a little ooc - also these are definitely modern au)

jack - literally everyone thinks he’d be that one sick friend that gets all obnoxious and loud as hell and whiny, but really its the exact opposite. he just stops talking .. jack just kinda totally just secludes himself from the other newsies and becomes super withdrawn and quiet and it FREAKS the others out because why isnt jack saying more than 3 words at a time??

davey - he has this weird fear of accidentally taking medicines with ingredients that will react with each other so he tries any and all home remedies he can think of (and find online), holding off on antibiotics until he ABSOLUTELY needs to take them, usually seen carrying around a half empty gallon of orange juice throughout the duration of his illness

crutchie - will vehemently deny any signs of illness, but secretly takes super super good care of himself if he feels the slightest bit under the weather. “crutchie, you feelin okay?” “yeah! of course— but wow its getting late im exhausted, i’ll see ya in the morning pal.” “crutchie its only 7pm” “i know, jack. goodnight.”

race - serial napper™, race: “nothin a good night’s rest cant solve”, also race: sleeps for upwards of 18 hours, the downside: when he’s awake, he’s either incredibly cranky or incredibly loopy and out of it, albert likes to screw with him when he’s loopy but davey just gives him the disapproving dad glare so he stops and makes sure race is comfortable and not in any pain instead

albert - is probably 100% convinced he’s dying during the course of any illness he’s had to deal with. one day, albert has a cough: “god, race what if i’ve got black lung?” “well, first off- you don’t work in a coal mine—”, coincidentally the ONE time his life is actually in danger, he has no idea. “albert, you could’ve died- for real. your appendix exploded” “you guys dont know what you’re talkin about, it was just some stomach cramps. i’m fine now!” “yeah after emergency surgery??”

spot - totally the whiny one, but isn’t afraid to be whiny because he’s spot conlon and his body is tryin ta kill him, dammit, but that doesn’t mean the other boys wont try to tease him, because they totally will.. although after the first time, spot’s cold, tired gaze and mostly empty threats freaked many of the boys out enough to lay off of him after that (not race tho lol, that boy is relentless)

finch - poor dude gets really persistent fever dreams.. buttons will sit by his bed sometimes while he’s out cold just to keep a watchful eye on him and catch finch mumbling about ‘toucan sam stealing his french toast’ or ‘batman beating him in the triathalon’, the funniest part is all the others recounting the stories to finch the next day because he doesn’t remember them

specs - kinda your average sick friend, only occasionally specs will lose his train of thought and completely zone out, or completely forget words sometimes (because his brain gets super super fuzzy when he’s sick, and he hates it, but there’s not really much he can do about it). “specs can you hand me that pencil over there?” “…………huh?” “the pencil. on that table over there.” “……….” “pencil-” “—oh, the uh- the- pencil, yeah sorry.”

romeo - binge watches like its nobody’s business, he’s usually pretty average when sick, but if you sit that boy in front of a television he’ll end up marathoning all the lord of the rings movies without even realizing it, and he’ll completely zone out, but still somehow remember everything he watched… sometimes he even falls asleep watching reruns of seinfeld and remembers vague details about the plot of the episodes that happened WHILE he was asleep.. nobody has any clue how he does it… race calls it his hidden talent

buttons - basically turns into a human magnet. he becomes super super touch starved when he’s sick, but he’s sick so none of the other newsies can be around him because they cant afford to get sick either. it got so bad at one point that finch just took one of his shirts, tied the sleeves off, and stuffed an old pillow inside of it. buttons was so out of it the first time he had no idea, but now pillow finch is his go-to sick buddy

jojo - jojo the jello fiend™, it doesn’t matter what he’s sick from, jojo will ALWAYS have jello when he’s feeling under the weather (i guess its like a comfort food maybe??) his favorite flavor’s orange and for some reason he only enjoys jello when he’s sick, if he’s offered jello on any other occasion he’ll refuse it? which nobody understands… but if the other boys are sick and jojo is particularly worried, he’ll make jello for them and it just becomes understood that jojo really cares about you if he’s made jello for you at any point in your life

November Third (part five)

@o0o-chibaken-o0o​ you know the drill. drarry bingo time.

bingo l part one l part two l part three l part four l part five l part six l part seven l updates to come…

Draco wasn’t so certain how he felt about November third anymore. He’d come to terms with his unconventional feelings for Potter, or at least as well as anyone could, in the middle of a brewing war, when you liked the opposing side’s saviour. But that didn’t mean he could act on them. What it really meant was that every small bit of hope he held onto to left him even more thoroughly fucked.

He didn’t bother trying to avoid Potter this year - last year had proved that completely pointless. So he was surprised, and a little bit disappointed if he was honest with himself, that nothing of note happened in class. Potter didn’t look his way, didn’t say anything remotely preachy, didn’t, you know, fall from the ceiling at any time.

That night, after dinner in the Great Hall - during which Potter never even looked at him (Draco could tell because he was staring almost the entire time) - Draco figured he’d return to his dormitory to find Potter sitting on his bed or something equally as ridiculous.

And as much as he was looking forward to and simultaneously dreading that, he wasn’t quite ready to face it. So he ducked into the kitchens on the way down to the dungeons to delay the inevitable, not even considering - although he really should have - that he’d be running right into Potter.

“Master Malfoy!” shouted a high-pitched voice as soon as he entered. “Master Malfoy! Dobby is pleased to see you.”

“You don’t have to call me that,” Draco reminded him. He didn’t much like sharing the same title as his father, and he certainly wasn’t Dobby’s master anymore.

“Guess who is here?” Dobby asked without waiting for an answer. Even before they turned the corner - it was obvious who would it would be. “Your friend, Harry Potter.”

Potter looked up as they entered. As it turned out, delaying the inevitable was not an option. “Potter’s not my friend,” Draco quickly corrected, before Potter got any ideas.

Unfortunately, Dobby didn’t quite get the hint. “But you’re always talking so highly of - “

“Shut up, Dobby.”

“But you said - “

Draco turned to Dobby and, in desperation, said the only thing he knew would work without fail. “I order you to shut up.”

It did.

Potter, of course, wasn’t impressed. “You’re a free elf now, you don’t have to listen to him,” he said to Dobby in a gentle voice before turning to Draco and fixing him with a chilly look.

“I didn’t mean - whatever, Potter.” Draco waved a hand dismissively. “You’re not supposed to be in here. I could dock points.” He gestured to his prefect badge lamely. Merlin - why did he have to always act like a total prat around Potter? No wonder Potter hated his guts.

“Then what are you doing here?” Potter challenged.

Draco’s eyes dropped to the mug in Potter’s hand. “Same as you, I guess.”

“I’m not finished,” Potter said unnecessarily.

Clearly.

“I’m not leaving.”

Draco held back a snort. Of course Potter wasn’t leaving. It was November the effing third. “Neither am I.”

“Fine.”

“Fine,” Draco repeated, mimicking Potter’s childish tone, which, in turn, probably made Draco look like the childish one. Good grief.

Dobby tugged at Draco’s sleeve. “Is Master - Mister Malfoy wanting tea?”

“Yes please, Dobby,” he said politely dropping into the chair across from Potter’s, although knowing Potter, the golden boy probably wouldn’t be impressed unless he made his own tea. Well, stuff it. Potter was just too bloody hard to please.

“Rough day bullying some first years?” Potter asked, when Dobby was out of earshot. Potter had been very good at picking fights this year - usually Draco had to carry the extra weight. So it was a shame that Draco was starting to find their fights less exhilarating and more exhausting lately.

“Don’t engage in small talk, Potter,” Draco chided, “it’s common.”

Thankfully, Potter didn’t have a retort for that. It was better when Draco got the last word. Except right now he didn’t really have the option for a dramatic exit, since he’d committed to tea and also, you know, it was that day where any escape seemed futile.

So having the last word really just meant the privilege to sit in painful silence. Usually Draco enjoyed silence. Especially with his tea. But those silences didn’t usually include Potter only a few feet away, making anything else, any other thoughts he might like to have, completely impossible to focus on. And there was really only so much of that Draco could take.

“Do you come here often?” He asked, without thinking, to fill the silence. Too late, he realised exactly what that sounded like.

“Do I come here often? Malfoy, are you - “

“No - merlin!” Draco quickly cut Potter off. “I meant, it might be wise to work out each others’ schedules so we don’t bump into each other in the kitchen again.”

Potter placed his mug gently on the table - without a coaster Draco noticed. “I’m not planning my kitchen trips around you,” he said sharply. “If my company bothers you, then you can find somewhere else to get tea.”

‘Bothers’ was the wrong word. It didn’t really capture the intensity of which Draco enjoyed Potter’s company despite the fact that it also left him in complete and irreversible agony. But Draco was hardly going to point that out.

“You’re in a mood,” Draco observed, watching Potter stare into his tea, having made no move to pick it up again.

“I’m always in a mood around you,” Potter said to his mug, twirling it around on the table.

Draco snorted at Potter’s dramatics. But he could sympathise.

Dobby returned, handing Draco a mug identical to Potter’s. “Your tea.”

“Thank you, Dobby.”

After summoning a coaster - he wasn’t an animal - and placing his hot mug down, Draco looked up to find Potter giving him a strange look. “What?”

“I’ve never heard you say thank you before.”

Potter was far too surprised than the situation warranted - did he really think that poorly of Draco? “I have better manners than you,” Draco pointed out. He resisted the urge to bring up Potter’s lack of coaster. That may have come across a little too petty.

“But you don’t often use them,” Potter countered. Which was untrue of course.

Draco didn’t bother arguing - Potter was never going to see him clearly anyway. So he just shrugged and deflected - a Draco Malfoy speciality.  “Why would I waste them on unimportant people?”

Potter didn’t like that. He pushed his mug away with more force than strictly necessary. “You’re a real asshole, you know?”

“Oh no, Potter. You’ve hurt my feelings,“ Draco said sarcastically despite the truth in his words. Potter had quite a power over Draco’s feelings.

“Whatever, Malfoy. Like you even have feelings.”

“I do so have feelings. In fact I - “ Draco stopped himself before he could blab his feelings for Potter,  to Potter, just to prove a point to Potter. He needed to keep his priorities in check.

“You…?“ Potter prompted, waiting to hear Draco’s ill-thought out confession.

“I…” Draco panicked. “…have a lot of feelings,” he finished feebly.

“You have a lot feelings,” Potter repeated blankly.

“Yes.”

Potter rolled his eyes. “I’m glad that I’ve been privy to this insightful analysis of Draco Malfoy.”

Draco felt the need to defend himself. “There’s a lot of things about me you don’t know.”

Potter raised his eyebrows. “Such as?”

Draco blanked. He couldn’t think of a single thing, except the obvious. Which of course he couldn’t tell Potter.

“You have a lot of feelings?” Potter suggested, a smile on his face, half smug half playful, and completely endearing. 

It was especially hard not to smile in response to a smile as delightful as that, so Draco settled on something as close to a smirk as he could manage. “Shut up, Potter,” he said, but he needn’t have bothered as Potter paid it no mind.

“And you like tea,” Potter added, suddenly the expert on Draco.

“I love tea,” Draco corrected.

“And here I was thinking you drank the blood of newborn muggles.” Potter said and then laughed. At his own joke. Merlin.

Draco kept his face blank and blinked at Potter innocently. “I’m sorry, is that supposed to be funny?”

Potter laughed again, that frustratingly beautiful sound. “Shut up, Malfoy.”

It wasn’t much of a conversation. No barriers had been broken. And at the end of the day, they were still enemies. But Potter hadn’t left yet despite having finished his tea much earlier. And there shouldn’t have been anything significant to read into that, but Draco did anyway. Because all he had was hope. Hope and November third.

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Baby Series will include: 

Preggers // Gender Reveal // Baby Bump // Labor Pains // Mood Swings // 

Baby Shower // Newborn // Baby Names // 

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Mark

Originally posted by acousticjin

It was Tuesday, but not just any Tuesday, it was the Tuesday that you realized just how late your period was, six weeks to be exact. You didn’t think much of it because you were always keeping yourself busy between your marriage with Mark, your work, and hobbies, plus periods weren’t something you were excited for anyway. Since you had been trying to get pregnant for the past year with no avail, it was around that time where you both accepted that you’ll just take a break; that was until this Tuesday where you couldn’t help but wonder just exactly why you were late.

You paced back and forth in the bathroom, waiting for three pregnancy tests to reveal your destined fate; preparing yourself for the usual disappointment of a single line.

When the timer beeped on your phone and you slowly walked over to view the results, your mouth dropped. All three of them showed the positive sign that you were indeed, pregnant.

“Holy shit.”

You had to tell Mark, you called him, and by having your distinct ringtone as “Never Ever”, he knew to pick up instantly.

What’s up babygirl?” he cooed into the phone.

That’s what’s up,” you smiled, still staring at the unbelievable test results in your free hand.

What do you mean?

Babygirl—or baby boy, inside of me, Mark, we did it.

What the he—wait,” it finally registered what you meant and excitement exploded through the phone, “You’re pregnant Y/n?! Really?! We’re gonna have a baby?!

You both would start screaming on the phone with each other in pure excitement. On the other end of the phone he would be jumping up and down with the other members, them being just as excited as he was, being that each of them were going to be the best uncles ever.


JB

Originally posted by dani-okem

** You’re obviously Mark in the gif **

Okay so, you guys would have a code word for when it was baby making time. Since you both were so serious about it, you would schedule the best times around when you were ovulating or just off your period and he had free time. The code phrase was that it was time to make some coffee. And let me tell you, you guys would be making loads of coffee…

In the studio. In the car. On the couch. In the shower. In bed. In Mark’s bed. In the fitting room closet.

But regardless of how many times you made coffee, and how good it was, you guys still couldn’t get you pregnant. This had been going on for five months, and even though the coffee was great, you still didn’t feel satisfied knowing that you weren’t extending your family yet.

You were about to suggest that you both took a break from trying to schedule sex. Knowing that if you kept it up, it would become more of an annoying task and the passion would be gone.

The afternoon that he had suggested making some coffee, you had a doctor’s appointment. Just a regular check up and some blood work done; no big deal. That was until your physician had some news for you.

“Mrs. Y/n, did you know that you’re pregnant?”

You choked on air, staring at your doctor as if she’d lost her head.

“E-Excuse me, I’m what?”

Pregnant. Four weeks to be exact, congratulations. I can get you started on some prenatal vitamins,” she would say as you begin to shout with excitement.

After leaving the doctor, you would tell Jaebum to meet you at a coffee place. Once you both meet up there, he would see you already ordered for him. Giving you a kiss on the cheek before sitting down beside you, smirking to himself, thinking that you both were about to try some form of public coffee making next.

What’s the plan jagi? Did your appointment go well?” he would say before taking a small sip of his coffee, not noticing the message on his coffee cup at first.

It went very well,” you gestured toward his cup, “gosh, I can’t believe they actually spelled your name right on your cup.

That’s when he would finally notice the message you’d written in plain black marker:

“To future daddy, a coffee bean is brewing, coming soon. xo.”

The amount of exhilaration that hit this man was insane and it wasn’t because of the coffee. He would instantly go down on his knees and press his hands gently to your stomach, non stop grinning.

“I’m so proud of you jagi and I’m so excited to meet you little one.”


Jackson

Originally posted by soakedinyoonbum

He would have prepared you dinner, being the cute and caring hubby that he was. Your plans for the night was to eat dinner and watch a movie together before bed. You would walk into the kitchen and wrap your arms around his waist as he stood, stirring chicken in the pan.

It took you a moment to realize how strong and concoctive the scents of dinner preparation was until they became nauseating. Not because he was a bad cook, you loved his cooking, it was just so strong and overwhelming that you found yourself running back into your shared master bathroom to throw up.

After placing the towel down from over his shoulder, and dimming down the fire on the stove, he would come in after you, worried and rubbing your back gently.

If you’re feeling ill jagi, I can make you some soup and just take care of you while you rest,” he would assure you, kissing your head while you kneeled over the toilet. It was strange. For the past week you noticed that your sense of smell was becoming more and more sensitive and just how exhausted you’d been feeling. You squinted your eyes in the process of thinking before a lightbulb had appeared.

Puppy, can you get out for a moment? I have to use the bathroom,” you tried to keep calm, realizing that your curiosity could be met with utter disappointment. Jackson nodded, standing to give you the space you needed.

I’ll be in the kitchen starting on your soup, kitten. Just call me if you need me,” he would say while leaving the small space and closing the door behind him.

Instantly, you would rummage underneath the sink, pulling out one of your stashed pregnancy tests.

After taking the test and acknowledging that you were indeed pregnant; the smile on your face was vivid.

Jagiya! Do you think you’re well enough to eat? I can bring you dinner in bed if that’s what you want,” he would call out to you.

You stepped out of the bathroom and called back out toward him, holding up the positive pregnancy test.

“Well since I’ll be eating for two, I think it’s best that I eat dinner.”

“What are you talking about jagi? You’re getting a whole meal, I have to eat too!”

I know that, but you should be making dinner for three considering I’m eating for two.” It would take him a moment to register what you meant, feeling as if he’d just gone over this with you before reality of the situation hit him. He would spin around, running back into the room to see you holding up a pregnancy test, a small, but still there bump on your belly.

WE’RE HAVING A WANG PUPPY?!” he would start jumping up and down in sheer and pure excitement.

Side note: he would literally prepare a tiny plate, wanting you to authentically feed the bundle of baby inside of you.


Jinyoung

Originally posted by wangmins

You had honestly found out last week that you were expecting and three weeks along, but you wanted a creative way to tell Jinyoung that he was going to be a father. You thought of all types of things until you finally came up with the perfect way to tell him but you needed JYP’s help.

You gathered yourself at the studio, conversing with JYP that you were expecting with his name twin, and you wanted him to call him in, explaining that he would be getting a promotion and to invite all the boys to his promotion reveal the next night. He was confused as to why he was the only member in the group to be retrieving something like this, but overall was very excited regardless.

He would’ve came home telling you just how excited he was, yet worrisome about what the promotion could be and what it meant for got7. You could express how proud you were of him, keeping your surprise and big reveal from him with the best poker face on.

The time came where he and the boys would head over to the studio. You would be standing in another room, waiting for the signal to come in. JYP would meet them first, making a small speech about how proud he was of Jinyoung and that he was getting everything he deserved before handing him his “promoting” papers.

Reading over the paperwork, it read that he was being promoted from just a husband to a father as well. He would break out into happy tears, and the cue word “congratulations” would allow for you to enter the room with a big smile on your face.

He would immediately come to you, holding you in his arms before dropping down to his knees and giving your tiny bump a kiss.

“Daddy is so happy for this next step in his career as a father.”

Sidenote: Jackson would be screaming in the background, begging for Mark to have their child already. Youngjae would argue that Mark was being a slut, Coco already being their child, WHICH BRINGS US TO—


Youngjae

Originally posted by choiyoungjae

You found out that morning that you were pregnant while he was out taking Coco for a short walk. The amount of enthusiasm that pulsed through you was nearly overwhelming. Your nausea and bloating made so much sense now that you knew you were expecting.

You couldn’t wait and you wanted to tell Youngjae instantly that you both were finally getting to extend your family of three, to a family of four, after casually trying for the past seven months.

“Jagiya~ Coco and I have returned.”

Sunshine! Guess what!” you cooed, coming to wrap your arms around his neck. He smiled at your affections and pulled you into his embrace while peppering your face with sweet small kisses.

Yes jagi?” he would mumble between kisses.

Coco is getting a brother or sister,” you whispered in the most loving tone that you could, grinning while your cheeks flushed, being able to say it out loud.

“We’re getting another puppy?! How? Where? Wait, why? Coco is the only goddess dog we—”

It’s not a puppy sunshine,” you would chuckle at his inquiries, staring into his eyes, “it’s a baby. We’re having a baby Youngjae.

His eyes would go wide as he looked up and down from your face to your tummy.

“A human BEAN?!”

He would then run around the house with Coco running after him, screaming and smiling about how excited he was, contacting all the other members and telling them the great news. That Coco was getting a sibling!


BamBam

Originally posted by jaybleep

BamBam had noticed that you’d been having a lot of mood swings lately. You would be happy then all of a sudden you would start to cry. He didn’t understand what was going on with you and would tell you to dab on them tears.

Of course he was very much aware that the both of you had been trying to have a child, so every time you would see a baby while strolling in the park together or shopping for groceries, you would cry and send BamBam pictures of babies and express how much you really wanted to have one of your own.

You would’ve never connected that you had been pregnant for the past month until your mother had told you that you seemed to be experiencing symptoms of early pregnancy.

BamBam wouldn’t know just yet that you were pregnant until you sent him a text one day, more pictures of babies. He would be used to it by now and explain that one day you both would be having one of your own and when that day came he would be the happiest man alive.

The next picture you sent him was a picture of the positive pregnancy test you had taken earlier that day, next to a crappy drawing of a “Happiest Man Alive” certificate.

He would immediately ask you where you were, rushing to you and scooping you up in a huge hug while he kissed you over and over.

This baby will come out dabbing, I’m already proud of them,” he would murmur toward your stomach, receiving a playful eye roll from you.


Yugyeom

Originally posted by wonhae-manhi-manhi

The way you would tell Yugyeom was going to be through something he loved. Dance. You weren’t going to be dancing but whenever this bundle of joy was born, they would be dancing right beside their daddy so you decided the number one thing a dancer needs are a good pair of shoes.

He was in the middle of practicing his freestyle when you came to the studio. He blew you a sweet kiss before continuing to focus on his kinetic art so he wouldn’t notice you slip into his duffle bag a tiny pair of shoes with the written note, “Dancing into daddy’s footsteps, coming soon.~

Honestly, it would be BamBam to notice the small laces popping out of the bag.

Yo man, whose shoes are these? They’re so cute,” he would pull them out of Yugyeom’s bag, reading the note before jumping up and down enthused about being an uncle. Yugyeom, perplexed, would stop his music and turn to look at his close hyung.

What are you talking abou—” he would look at the tiny shoes and the note you left behind and a smile would break out on his face as he began jumping up and down with Bambam.

I’m going to be a father! Y/n’s having a baby!

He would call you right after he was done celebrating, telling you that he would be home right away and to kiss your little bun for him while you waited for him to come home.

“I’m so excited babygirl. You’re going to be such a wonderful mommy.”

Did You See?

Author’s Note: lord i am so glad someone requested Jongin fluff so i could make up for the torture that is Mourning Air. this is a gift for @kpopandlock and i hope hope hope i have done this justice. romance comes very hard for me unless theres chapters of tension and build up, so i hope this makes every Nini stan swoon just a tiny bit <3 enjoy loves!

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Summary: every day, you fall a little bit more in love with your best friend, Jongin. everyday, you ache for him. everyday, you miss all the signs of something he’s been trying to tell you.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,068


Nini[2:06 AM]: you up?

Y/N[2:08 AM]: yeah why

Nini[2:08 AM]: are you hungry?

Y/N[2:10 AM]: !!! diner run? :)

Nini[2:11 AM]: i have a better idea ;)

Y/N[2:12 AM]: better than 2AM waffles?? D:

Nini[2:13 AM]: promise to keep an open mind

Y/N[2:14 AM]: nini it’s too early…or late idk to be open minded~~

Nini[2:15 AM]: ok then be spontaneous

Y/N[2:16 AM]: what are you suggesting

Nini[2:18 AM]: cheesesteaks

Y/N[2:18 AM]: im not fucking cooking at 2 in the morning, are you high

Nini[2:20 AM]: nooo let’s go GET them i know an amazing food truck in philly

Y/N[2:21 AM]: are you driving?

Nini[2:21 AM]: as long as you DJ

Y/N[2:22 AM]: come pick me up~~ <3

Nini[2:23 AM]: that’s my girl! be there in 10

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anonymous asked:

can I request nct neighbour au for jaehyun and mark just like the seventeen one? those are so good. but take your time :) thank you!

a lot of you wanted some more nct stuff on this blog, plus jaehyun’s birthday is tomorrow so!! take this as a little gift for the lovely boy of nct~ (and mark heh)

Jaehyun 

  • smiling sunshine, dimple angel of the apartment building that is so nice that he smiles at everyone and then ends up walking straight into the front door,,,,,,,jaehyun please looks where you’re going more often you clumsy kid
  • whenever he’s coming home, the kids from the nearby park will call out his name and ask him to join them
  • and if he has time you can find him holding a jump rope or helping one of the kids reach the basketball net
  • other times you can see him running down the straight, obviously late for his bus and trying to juggle his notebook, backpack, and phone
  • and he has this really childlike obliviousness about him,,,,,like he’s always just smiling and positive 
  • and if he does anything to embarrass himself he just laughs it off 
  • and if he meets a neighbor that might be in a bad mood, just talking with him usually makes people feel so comfortable and at ease,,,,,,he’s literally got a healing smile
  • keeps a lot of sports memorabilia in his apartment and it’s cute he like has the flag from his favorite national teams up on the wall and he invites people over to watch games with him
  • he likes to keep things clean, but his desk is always over piling with notebooks because he keeps forgetting them at home and then buying new ones to write in and in the end he ends with a huge stack on his desk that taeyong is always nagging about when he comes over
  •  but other than that,,,,,,it’s a really normal apartment and jaehyun never worries about like decorating or anything. he cooks for himself (decently) and so the only thing he spends money on is sports + groceries 
  • and you’re ,,,,,,,,,, not the best cook to put it lightly and you know jaehyun because whenever you bump into him at the grocery store he actually looks like he knows what he’s doing while you’re just like ???????!!!!!!!
  • and it’s like your third attempt at trying to make edible ramen,,,,that you just break one afternoon and you end up ringing jaehyun’s doorbell and when he opens the door you’re like “Save Me”
  • and he’s like “???? IS THERE A FIRE??? ARE YOU GETTING ROBBED? ILL CALL-”
  • and you just put the packet of ramen in his hand and you’re like “i suck,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,at Cooking”
  • it takes him a second but he burst out into that heavenly laughter and is like “so you need help?” and you’re like “please,,,,,,im so hungry” and he’s like “ok, ramen is easy. i can teach you in no time”
  • and you stand beside him as he boils the water like an expert and tears open the ramen and he’s telling you about how you should add in other things aside from flavor packets, like maybe vegetables or spices
  • and he’s doing this so effortlessly and in your head you’re like: how
  • but then also you peek up and you see how relaxed and happy he looks
  • the handsome set of his jaw, the way his eyes are a soft chocolate brown 
  • and you realize only when he goes “almost done” that you’ve spent the last five minutes staring at him and not paying attention
  • and you’re like “o-oh yay!” and jaehyun invites you to try it with him
  • and he dips the spoon in and carefully blows on it before offering it to you and you want to take the spoon
  • but he’s like “i can feed you!” 
  • completely oblivious to how he’s making your heart race and you taste it and ofc, it’s amazing and you’re like “how are you so good at everything??” and jaehyun’s like “im not good at EVERYTHING” but you’re like
  • “well you’re good at sports, cooking, and you’re cute that’s basically everything-”
  • and jaehyun grins but then his eyes widen a bit and he’s like “pardon me, but did you just say cute?”
  • and you’re like OH mY G OD ,,,,,,,, i did,,,,,,,,,and you’re like “WELL ILL BE GOING NOW”
  • but jaehyun is like “wait we should eat this ramen together-”
  • and you’re like dkjsfkdlf thank you for teaching me,,,,,i made a fool of myself i must go,,,,,,,,,,
  • but jaehyun’s face softens and he’s like “i think you’re cute too, so stay and have some ramen?”
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,w,,,,,,,,,,what,,,,,,,,,but also how can you say no to him and so you sit down beside him and he pours some ramen into a bowl for you
  • and as you’re sitting you’re trying not to blush TOO much
  • while jaehyun’s just thinking to himself,,,,,,that if if two cute people cook ramen together, does the ramen also become cuter?????? whatever, he just hopes he can cook with you sometime again soon~~~

Mark

  • always has someone over at his place because his hyungs don’t trust him living alone 
  • taeyong is basically his damn roommate
  • he doesn’t spend too much time at home so he never has the opportunity to make it messy, except if he has like haechan over,,,,,,then he ends up with something from his closet missing and like half his supply of snacks. gone
  • he has like one poster on his wall of his favorite Canadian hockey player and it’s important to him because his brother sent it over when mark moved,,,,,,taeyong is like “it’s crooked” whenever he sees it but mark is like “hyung,,,,,,,it’s the sentiment that counts.”
  • sleeps just about anywhere in his apartment,,,,,,,like most people go to sleep in their bed but mark just knocks out where-ever. the couch, the floor, the kitchen table, while he’s brushing his teeth,,,,,,he just lives a very hectic life
  • his refrigerator gets covered in polaroids that jisung and jeno insist he put up and mark isn’t one for decorating, but he lets his younger friends do whatever because like why not 
  •  he gets nagged on by them for being “boring” but mark is like i just don’t have time to do anything ????? i barely had time to eat my morning bagel???? 
  • you think mark is really cute, ever since you moved in down the hall but like????? all the other neighbors are always like “we don’t know anything about him because he’s never around.” and you kind of get sad
  • because you get a glimpse of him like every two weeks and even then you can’t even properly introduce yourself because he’s either running out of the building or talking with a friend whose coming over
  • and you know,,,,,it’s not like you’re going to try and press the issue. you just smile whenever you two happen to pass each other even in those three seconds of interaction
  • and mark always smiles back,,,,,,,,,,,because he’s sweet
  • and you don’t know if it’s the sleep deprivation or just confusion but you hear someone trying to unlock your door when day
  • and when you go over, you open up and you see mark - shocked to see you
  • and he’s like “why,,,,,,,,are you in my apartment?” and you’re like “um,,,,,,,i live here. this is my apartment, you’re over there down the hall.”
  • and mark blinks and looks at his key and then at you and he’s like “thaT’S WHY it must have not opened up??? i kept putting my key in but it wouldn’t turn!!!”
  • and you laugh into your hand and you’re like “yeah, that’s probably why” and mark apologizes and you’re like don’t worry but then you’re like,,,,,,this is my only chance to ever talk to him so you’re like
  • “we haven’t ever,,,,,introduced ourselves but im your neighbor!” and you tell him your name and age and he grins and tells you his age and you guys just chat for a bit
  • and then out of nowhere he goes “you don’t have any chips do you?” and you’re like “i do, why?” and he’s like “i wanted to buy some on my way home, but i totally forgot and i just remembered because the hockey game is on later tonight and a friend of mine ate all my snacks the last time he was over”
  • with that mark rolls his eyes and mumbles haechan’s name but you’re like “oh, ill give you mine! hockey sounds fun - ive always wanted to learn more about it”
  • and mark perks up and he’s like “im from canada, hockey is like religion to us!! you should come over and watch the gam-”
  • but he stops himself and reddens and is like “it must be creepy for me to just ask like that, like who’d just come over to watch a game with a stranger haha”
  • but you shake your head and you’re like “i’d love to!”
  • and you get your chips and that’s how you end up sitting on mark’s couch, mark pointing to the players on the TV and explaining positions and goals and soon enough the two of you are literally sitting on the rug, nose in the TV, watching the game so intently and sharing chips
  • and when the team scores, you and mark burst into cheers like you’re literally in the rink with the fans
  • and you’re high-fiving each other and grinning  
  • but also,,,,,,,once you look into each others eyes there’s a little hint of embarrassment because,,,,,,, you guys are still new to each other but also like ,,,,,,,,,, interested in each other
  • and neither of you says anything
  • until the door opens and in walks doyoung whose like “oops am i interrupting a date?”
  • you and mark: A WHAT NOW 
aeonian | bestfriend!au

adjective (adj.) [ae·o·ni·an] eternal; everlasting.

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pairing: jeongguk x reader

genre: a dozen ice cream tubs filled with fluff

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synopsis: Jeongguk fell in love with you over the course of many years. But there were four specific events that made him fall for you more and more 

A/N: hi, guys. this will be my first one shot and i am quite proud of finally being able to finish one. any form of feedback is very much welcome & please give it a shot


In the course of 10 years, Jeongguk had managed to fall in love with you. But there were a few specific events that really made him really fall head over heels for you. Four events, to be exact.

If eleven-year-old Jeongguk had to describe the place he had moved to in one word, it would be quiet. Although Busan is quite known for being a big city with many skyscrapers decorating the skies and lights visible from miles away, the district he moved to was like a whole other world in. Located in the outskirts of Busan, the area could also be described as a serene place with few people filling up the wide streets. Even though the young boy was used to quite the opposite, he familiarized himself easily. Befriending neighboring kids and meeting new people went without complications. Jeongguk really was a shy kid, but for some reason he managed to get to know many kids and dared to get out of his shell.

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Another Analysis of Danny? Yeah, I Guess So.

Not too long ago, I stated that I headcanon the entire Fenton family as neurodivergent. This led to quite a bit of discussion, and eventually I said that I specifically think Danny has clinical depression, anxiety, and post-traumatic stress disorder.

I didn’t really go into more detail, because while those are all things I myself suffer from, I want to tread carefully when talking about things like this. The last thing I’d want to do is accidentally say something hurtful.

However, multiple followers expressed interest in me going into more detail about why I have these headcanons. Since these are all things I actually struggle with, they reasoned that my personal experience would help me address this with tact.

So, alright. I’m giving in.

As a disclaimer, I’m not a psychologist and I don’t have a ton of knowledge about psychology. I’m just a dude who likes seeing himself in characters he relates to. This is going to be more based on my own personal experience than anything else.

Now that you know all that, let’s finally get into it.

To keep things organized, I’ll just go through each one individually. A lot of symptoms of these mental illnesses can overlap, so this will keep things from getting messy.

Since the depression was the first one I picked up on, let’s start with that.

Clinical Depression

My Brother’s Keeper is a good one to address this. Granted, Spectra’s MO is making people feel miserable, but she does that by picking at struggles the kids are already dealing with, not by necessarily causing those struggles (though she’s willing to do that, too).

I’ve heard depression described by others who have it as “the emotional equivalent of watching paint dry,” and I don’t think there’s a better description for it in the world.

Depression is way more than just being sad all the time. More often than not, I find it’s just a feeling of emptiness and hopelessness. When I’m in a bad depressive episode, I just stop feeling like things matter. Everything sucks and it’s not getting better, so what’s the point in trying?

Danny shows a lot of the symptoms that come with this feeling of hopelessness. He doesn’t eat or sleep very well. His energy levels are usually very low. He doesn’t have as much motivation to do things that he enjoys. He fixates on his failures and past mistakes and blames himself for most things that go wrong in his life. He has a harder time focusing on things, particularly in class. He can be forgetful and not notice details that might seem obvious.

A lot of these things are caused by his ghost hunting, but since Danny has made it clear that he doesn’t enjoy it, and every time he tries to take some time to himself it backfires, it makes perfect sense for him to feel trapped and hopeless.

Ghost fighting is one of the causes for his depression, not a replacement for it.

I’ve also mentioned that Danny is a really angry child, and anger can be a symptom of depression. When you’re feeling down all the time, you can become more irritable. Things bother you more. You lash out more. Even small things can get to you.

My Brother’s Keeper is, again, a good example of this. Danny’s lashing out at Jazz a lot, and even his friends notice that he’s taking things more seriously than usual. This is far from being exclusive to this episode, though. The Fright Before Christmas and Life Lessons both show Danny being irritable and frustrated, even though he usually still means well enough.

Danny even lashes out at Dash sometimes, someone that he’s afraid of, because he’s just too tired to deal with his crap.

Danny’s irritability was actually one of the biggest clues for me that he has depression, coupled with his tendency to degrade or blame himself.

As someone who deals with this, let me tell you, depression is exhausting. Even though I’m usually not doing much, the empty feeling alone zaps me of my energy. A lot of the time, I just want to sleep through my days and not bother with anything. I’m not allowed to, though, so I can get irritable.

Even if you don’t have depression, you’re probably familiar with this feeling. When you’re kept up late at night or you’ve had a rough day at work, you’ll feel exhausted, and that results in you getting annoyed more easily. Small things like people leaving the toilet seat up or the kids being noisy or people repeatedly knocking on the door will drive you crazy, when they’re usually not that big of a deal. You’re tired, and you don’t want to deal with even these small annoyances. You just want to be left alone.

It’s worth noting that Tucker, Sam, and Jazz don’t have these struggles, despite also being moody teens with a lot of pressure on them. They have bad days, but they’re usually more chipper than Danny (yes, even Sam.)

To me, Danny is a textbook example of a depressed teen. It’s not even a question. This kid needs to talk to someone. Unfortunately, he’s not looking to do that any time soon.

Anxiety

There are a huge number of anxiety disorders, and I’m still not the best at differentiating between them. I don’t often feel the need to pinpoint exactly what’s causing the anxiety. For me, it’s just when certain things happen (or don’t), the warning bells start ringing in my head and I struggle to focus on anything else. In a lot of ways, it’s like hearing that music in a horror movie right before something scary happens, except nothing ever happens. The music just keeps playing, making you feel more and more worried about what’s coming next.

The anxiety disorders I’m the most familiar with (meaning the ones I struggle with the most) are social anxiety disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, and panic disorder. I don’t feel like I need to cover the first one much, though, because despite being shy and self-conscious, Danny doesn’t really panic when he has to be in social situations. He can be awkward, but he can brush off embarrassment easily enough and he doesn’t have an issue with badmouthing people he dislikes to their faces. These are all things I’d die before doing.

The fact that he can stomach social situations alright doesn’t prevent him from worrying about every other thing that could possibly go wrong, though.

While not as common as Angry Danny, Panic Mode Danny shows up with some regularity.

Public Enemies (and TFM, though I don’t wanna rely on that example) is a good episode to demonstrate this.

The town’s on high alert and ghosts are everywhere, but just about everyone is handling the situation better than Danny. His paranoia is warranted, but he can’t bring himself to focus on anything except for what could go wrong. He overthinks all the details and worries excessively about all of them.

Danny’s parents are at his school. Ghosts keep showing up at the worst times. Danny doesn’t even know that Walker’s behind everything or what he’s up to, but he’s not in the right state of mind to think about that. This isn’t Detective Danny Time, this is Worry Time. And it prevents him from being as productive as he could be.

One of A Kind is another good example, where Danny’s so worried about Skulker that he can’t even eat, though Sam and Tucker are trying to encourage him to. It’s not like the eating itself is dangerous (as far as he knows), but he’s too busy worrying to even think about eating.

He’ll also worry about things that wouldn’t actually turn out as bad as he thinks. He fears his parents dissecting him if they find out his secret, or Valerie not liking him if she finds out, or Vlad being behind every bad thing that happens, even when he’s actually not.

It’s not as pronounced as his depression, but when Danny worries, he worries hard and can even get extremely paranoid. It even starts getting so bad that Danny himself starts questioning if he’s hallucinating in The Fenton Menace, because his constant worrying and paranoia fit that explanation. (And that’s the last time I’m referencing that episode in here. Bleh.)

There’s another disorder that’s classified as a type of anxiety, though, and I don’t think there’s any point in arguing that Danny has that.

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)

This one’s far less about Danny showing symptoms (though there’s that, too), and more about the fact that no child who goes through the stuff he does would not have PTSD.

The symptoms of PTSD overlap a lot with depression and other anxiety disorders. Things like guilt, negative thoughts, feeling on edge, constantly looking out for danger, and struggling to feel happy or even to trust others are a few symptoms that can overlap with depression and anxiety. The difference is that, with PTSD, these things are triggered by a specific, traumatic event. And that’s where most of my focus is.

Danny’s been shot at by his own parents, hunted, tortured, brainwashed, threatened with experiments and even actually been experimented on (counting the cloning experiments), almost died several times, listened to his parents talk about wanting to dissect him, watched loved ones die (even if they ended up being alright), and that’s not even mentioning some of the other stuff Vlad puts him through or the fact that he was ruthlessly bullied long before any of this happened.

For me, it’s less a matter of if Danny was negatively impacted by all of this and more a matter of how in the world could he not be?

As previously mentioned, a lot of his anxiety and depression is the result of his ghost fighting. He’s paranoid about danger showing up at any time. He’s always trying to stay alert. He barely sleeps or eats. He blames himself when things go wrong. He doesn’t even trust his parents anymore, eventually believing that, if they found out he was half ghost, they’d dissect him without hesitation.

Heck, even the accident that gave him his ghost powers seems to have had a huge effect on him. He’s questioning his own humanity, he’s understandably afraid around a lot of his parents’ technology, he’s paranoid about being found out and not being accepted.

Personally, though,  I feel the show should’ve shown more effects. There’s no way he doesn’t have a fear of mental health specialists after what happened with Spectra. Is there anyone who thinks he wouldn’t have nightmares about things that happened in The Ultimate Enemy, Kindred Spirits, and D-Stabilized? How much does he remember from Control Freaks, and how often does he think about it? How much more does he let himself get hurt because he’s terrified of turning into Dan?

In a better show, this stuff would’ve been explored more thoroughly, but as it is, I don’t think there’s any denying that this kid’s been traumatized. Hopefully Jazz can get her psychology degree quickly, because she’s probably the only psychologist Danny would trust, and he needs to talk to one.

And I think that covers things well enough. I did also mention that I think the Fentons all show symptoms of ADHD, but that’s another can of worms entirely. Besides, this post is long enough as it is. I’m pretty sure I’ve been working on this for over two hours straight. I’ll just leave things here for now, and maybe I’ll touch on the ADHD in the future (if people are interested).

Thank you for your patience, everyone! And now I can move on to other things that people may or may not have been waiting for since this blog began.